#roadrage - Hello Poetry

I was cursed at Insulted Then hit by a car, Yesterday. I laughed and Walked away. I guess He really Wanted that Parking space. I realized My sense of humor Has grown Immensely. Their was a time This would have Angered me. Life is too Short To be short Tempered. Besides, That roadrager Gave me Something Priceless, A story.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC

chuck-1

A Story

I was cursed at Insulted Then hit by a car, Yesterday. I laughed and Walked away. I guess He really Wanted that Parking space. I realized My sense of humor Has grown Immensely. Their was a time This would have Angered me. Life is too Short To be short Tempered. Besides, That roadrager Gave me Something Priceless, A story.

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Roads keep on teaching us new lessons in violence, rage is the law ruling the perfectly chaotic traffic you are left to fend yourself in this murky waters where killer whales celebrate the success of blood thirst. Men who don't properly breath are atrocious on roads behind the wheels,they jump signals, break rules as if their poor mamas made them promise to do all this! a law to send such cases to yoga class would do good. But women with bad driving skills as their assets for life are no less, in making our lives on each journey miserable In a road where with impunity, suicide squads operate your poetic musings, will have to stop, to remain alive. Just then a police car with a roar stop in my front authority makes me weary but the cop behind the wheels a woman, tells me the story of beauty than a cop's authority on how beauty softens heat that makes muscles go stiff She springs out of the cabin of the vehicle she is in making ripples feminine and also ease in the air. violence of the machines and the minds in controlling, speed, broken rules and the thrill of chasing criminals beauty which brings a change where it is out of place almost. As I drift in to sleep, after a long drive safe,and few stiff drinks in my dream's window she sits winking,'drive safe all through life' "Good by my good cop"I whisper "be soft and right,authority is mess"

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Mar 18, 2017

Mar 18, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC

k-balachandran

The lady cop's armour

Roads keep on teaching us new lessons in violence, rage is the law ruling the perfectly chaotic traffic you are left to fend yourself in this murky waters where killer whales celebrate the success of blood thirst. Men who don't properly breath are atrocious on roads behind the wheels,they jump signals, break rules as if their poor mamas made them promise to do all this! a law to send such cases to yoga class would do good. But women with bad driving skills as their assets for life are no less, in making our lives on each journey miserable In a road where with impunity, suicide squads operate your poetic musings, will have to stop, to remain alive. Just then a police car with a roar stop in my front authority makes me weary but the cop behind the wheels a woman, tells me the story of beauty than a cop's authority on how beauty softens heat that makes muscles go stiff She springs out of the cabin of the vehicle she is in making ripples feminine and also ease in the air. violence of the machines and the minds in controlling, speed, broken rules and the thrill of chasing criminals beauty which brings a change where it is out of place almost. As I drift in to sleep, after a long drive safe,and few stiff drinks in my dream's window she sits winking,'drive safe all through life' "Good by my good cop"I whisper "be soft and right,authority is mess"

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Maybe he was staring at my back, I didn't wish to know for sure, I couldn't wait to get in the car and go. The heat the same. The streets empty Like my heart, Calmer this way. (Silence) A festival, Men and kids in long shirts, Black and white, Their smiles defind the excitement I fail to feel these days. Children ran in the cafe And at the gate. (Rough edges) On our way, A scene in the passing only, So forgive me I can' t say What happens in the end, But then again would it matter, I failed, And now, so will you. (Questions.) A cluster of motorised Rickshaws, A white sedan with one man Inside. A small crowd, Nothing unusual. -An observation of a grown mind. One relatively huge man, Huge of muscles, Probably in his late twenties Or early thirties, Stood holding the door, The man in the white car With his hand on the wheel, Their faces a scrunched up paper, A raging frown, Up too close I would have ran, From far, I could almost feel both of their Heartbeats. I could read the story of the man in white Matching his car, I was worried How could he possibly describe His ***** face, blue eyes To his daughter too grown To be fooled with a lie Of fighting dragons. Or to his son, whose mirror Would now own a scar. How do we a grow up, With all the mess of knowing A little too much? His left hand holding his phone, The muscled man was pulling him out now. (Was there red?) ( I am sorry).

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Aug 22, 2017

Aug 22, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC

shanath

What Happened In The End

Maybe he was staring at my back, I didn't wish to know for sure, I couldn't wait to get in the car and go. The heat the same. The streets empty Like my heart, Calmer this way. (Silence) A festival, Men and kids in long shirts, Black and white, Their smiles defind the excitement I fail to feel these days. Children ran in the cafe And at the gate. (Rough edges) On our way, A scene in the passing only, So forgive me I can' t say What happens in the end, But then again would it matter, I failed, And now, so will you. (Questions.) A cluster of motorised Rickshaws, A white sedan with one man Inside. A small crowd, Nothing unusual. -An observation of a grown mind. One relatively huge man, Huge of muscles, Probably in his late twenties Or early thirties, Stood holding the door, The man in the white car With his hand on the wheel, Their faces a scrunched up paper, A raging frown, Up too close I would have ran, From far, I could almost feel both of their Heartbeats. I could read the story of the man in white Matching his car, I was worried How could he possibly describe His ***** face, blue eyes To his daughter too grown To be fooled with a lie Of fighting dragons. Or to his son, whose mirror Would now own a scar. How do we a grow up, With all the mess of knowing A little too much? His left hand holding his phone, The muscled man was pulling him out now. (Was there red?) ( I am sorry).

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WHAT THE **** Are you doing? WHO Taught you how to drive? You TWAT-FACED SPONGE-BRAINED DROOLING TODDLER Get the **** out of my way, and wait for YOUR T- Oh. You're letting me go. ....I... should probably stop honking.

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Feb 2, 2018

Feb 2, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC

ashleylingy

Driving into New Jersey

WHAT THE **** Are you doing? WHO Taught you how to drive? You TWAT-FACED SPONGE-BRAINED DROOLING TODDLER Get the **** out of my way, and wait for YOUR T- Oh. You're letting me go. ....I... should probably stop honking.

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Crying victim as they’re supporting mass victimization. Time to tune in to another station. A higher frequency, a balanced beam.. Only a fool takes one for the team. Stress is energy being ****** away, another parasitical entity being fed.. Stop listening to the voices in your head.. Road rage is an early death.

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Jun 9, 2025

Jun 9, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC

TravelerTim

ROAD RAGE

Crying victim as they’re supporting mass victimization. Time to tune in to another station. A higher frequency, a balanced beam.. Only a fool takes one for the team. Stress is energy being ****** away, another parasitical entity being fed.. Stop listening to the voices in your head.. Road rage is an early death.

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I have no fear, I count no sins… I know how I serve, I know who I am.. I am not as fragile as the body I’m in! Today… Anger swiftly passed me by, middle finger flying high.. I nod and wave, have I nice day!! I’m sending love your weary way!!

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Nov 22, 2024

Nov 22, 2024 at 9:54 AM UTC

TravelerTim

Clear Skies!

I have no fear, I count no sins… I know how I serve, I know who I am.. I am not as fragile as the body I’m in! Today… Anger swiftly passed me by, middle finger flying high.. I nod and wave, have I nice day!! I’m sending love your weary way!!

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