"atv" poems
I get allowance.
I get my own things.
I get Hot Wheels.
I have an ATV
and a jeep
and a van
and a helicopter
and a dune buggy.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 7:20 PM UTC
I want to be
that wild seventeen year old.
Doing things that Daddy would let me spend
the night in jail for.
Take me out past that ranch
where no one should be.
Ignore the sign on the fence as we jump it and
run like hell
having the time of our lives.
Let's go down by the river and spin
those ATV and Jeep tires in that brown mud.
Go sit out behind that ole barn,
peeling with paint,
and down a bottle of whiskey.
Let's be innocent and free.
But I can't be that person-
I will maintain a clean record
and live my life safely.
No matter how much the edge temps me.
I just wanna be that wild
seventeen year old
before it's too late.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
I'm baking a cake
For the Land of Enchantment
(It's red velvet
like the plans in my head)
And I'm packing my bags
A year early and
I'm looking at houses
On craigslist
That can only be reached by ATV
And
JESUS H CHRIST
I am done with Missouri!
I am done with this humidity!
I could cut this day
Like margarine
I could cut this day
Like high school chemistry
I could die laughing
At what I'm doing with my life
JESUS H CHRIST
I mean
I'm so ******* sick
Of looking at brick
Buildings and Cards fans all day
And no one ever says hi
No one asks me to dance
JESUS H CHRIST
I'm not a *****
And I don't need flowers
I need cow skulls
I need mountains
I need to see stars
When I look up at night
The ******* stars!
CHRIST
What shines in Missouri
Is streetlights
Stadium lights
Arch lights
**** the Arch.
I am on the next train
To Santa Fe
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
These people
Mucho beautiful.
You can see them smile
Miles and miles
Riding in a van awhile
Brothers, sisters, mothers,
Daughters, fathers, sons
Hammering until stability comes.
Family and friends under brimmed hats
Gazing through glass at a land void of grass
But full of passion
Leaving behind permanent tracks
They reflected on how they had made lives brighter,
Seen children beg for water,
Woke up yearning to play soccer-
If they won against the locals it'd be a wonder.
A military women, an Illinois baby,
A president, an el Pancho puppet
Pharmacy pros, a summer camp enthusiast, and an old teacher-
He's the coolest.
Some want to be preachers, psychologist, and to just live past round one.
To run around rainbow tires daring to risk
A dusty trip, a graceful fall.
Keep calm.
It's tacos for dessert, van rides, and mafia till the end.
Spoons for life and jokes all day.
The wind picked up but hope remains.
Braids, charades, dancing, picture frames.
Hole in the sand.
Bouncing in the back of the van.
Almost, but no luck at riding in the back of a pick up truck.
Soaring free down streets.
Towns, the same images on repeat.
A woven rose, question marks leading to unknowns, a circle of bonds forever.
Will we be there soon?
A carnival under the midnight moon.
Coconuts by homes. Respect for third tier bunk beds.
Rushing to the dorm room, downstairs for food.
Todo esta bien y tu?
Braid hair all the time please!
Don't let the paint bleed.
Let's go ride the ATV
Reflect on who we want to be
From here on till eternity
A rower, a reader, and eighth grade dreamer.
If the nail bends, stop to see
It could be saved!
Our Baja family
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
online I find instructions on how to make my own scarecrow. I wake my sister and have her put on her pajamas while I take the overcoat my father is using for a blanket. when we’re an error of a mile from home I have to push the ATV with my sister on it. she is crying about flooding and I’m telling her what the scarecrow will look like. she wants it to have a cape. because my son isn’t born yet, there’s not much to like.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Car radios, used tires and old fishing rods. Rusty tool sets, used wedding rings and a wall full of guns. Selection is limited on some specialty things, dented ATV's go quickly so buy it real fast! Trading in my old deer head, for a used color T.V. . What a surprise that's going to be. Lay away plan or pay as you go. How long it will take who can really know? Get it out before Christmas day and if you don't like, you can pawn it away. Cash and carry is the pawn brokers creed. So go to a pawn shop for Christmas, you may just find what you need.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
We just had a very scary and not very safe event. we went to a location with no cell service, no electricity and way out in the sticks, spent all our money to do this last effort to get away from harassment and prying eyes and far far more, ( extreme ) and we arrive to have two planes grid searching and them both doing a low slow over our vehicale and 30 minutes later atv's are heard closing in from all directions, and then dismounted personnel so close all around us it was obvious it was to surround us. we then exited the location to find a message on the road where we arrived that was fresh and not there on arrival, that read "DOA" dead on Arrival!. Listen, we do not feel safe period. we can only imagine whom or which group is to have all these assets and tell the truth, surveillance equipment to be watching us for ten years, as well as commit serious offenses that are beyond moral and ethical as well as legal. i am sure you can imagine whom it might be. so we are truly at a loss for what to do, i have attempted to alert via the people whom watch the video and audio feed that comment on the net, so we have zero options and calling the law is ummmmmmm yeah, sure great idea, even though it was lead to be believed that the law enforcement were the good guys, but we have come to realize this is far from the confirm able truth for the assets and well, lack of security and the number of online idle and none specific threats..
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
There's a moat of sand
it's a bulwark for a prosperous kingdom
beyond the Rio Grande
treacherous trajectory
through an ocean of heat
on the way to their rectory.
There's a moat of sand
turning refuge into risk
dividing two brands
predators look to make one suffer
an ATV piranha's snack attack
tases pregnant mothers.
There's a moat of sand
on the journey from hell to heaven
where the blessed meet the ******
gnawed to the bone
by roaming coyotes
while searching for home.
There's a moat of sand
guarding providence
the bountiful land
just when you think it can't get any hotter
you see a shrine for the dead with a sign
saying they didn't bring enough water.
There's a moat of sand
that's unforgiving and cruel
so it's used by man.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
Sixteen,
skin baked with brine and chlorine,
Top 40 hissing in my Walkman.
The girl found me first,
barefoot on the sandy trail,
tears spilling, pointing back to the sea.
A jellyfish sting, she couldn’t say it,
just clung to my leg like kelp.
Her mother rose from the dunes,
black bikini, tan lines,
two beach bags gnawing her wrists.
coconut oil, salt, chipped Jackie O shades.
She sighed, called the girl dramatic,
drifted home on scraping sandals.
Their world leaked into ours,
adjacent green bungalow
with fronds rattling like bones,
oranges sagging into white fuzz,
ATV ruts torn through the yard.
Rob polishing his Camaro,
coughing through pollen and Skoal,
swearing he saw a gator the size of a boat
slide into the canal at dusk.
She’d wander up, black bikini,
thighs shining,
shadow falling across my pool chair.
Hey, you see my kid? she’d ask,
leaning close,
the scent of Coppertone
and Marlboro Gold
fogging my thoughts.
I’d shift polite, church-boy manners,
No, ma’am,
She’d grin
at the clumsy hormones
rising off me
like steam.
Those nights were bonfires,
oranges softening to flies,
Rob coughing in his driveway
while the pool light hummed and flickered.
Her shadow swam on the walls,
slick as a gator sliding into dusk.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC
Sinus headache's
no excuses
Tylenol and water
Suited up
against the cold
laced up loosely
on the wounded toe
zipped up hoodie
time to go
Not too chilly
Little wind
Cloud formations
Promise cotton
candy pink
By the time
I top the hill
Left foot - right arm
Right foot - left arm
I’ve got rhythm
I’ve got music
Joyful, Joyful
in my mind
playing in
an endless loop
long blocks up
long blocks down
small mountain
in between
to make it
add to
one point
nine-eight miles
Wide cracks
in the blacktop
road
Step across
not on
My mother had
a painful back
almost all
her life
Someone sprayed
black tar
across the gaps
But they got filled
with grit instead
and random
ciggy butts
a sucker stick
from Halloween
and one
blue shiny bead
Left right left right
Left foot - right arm
I take the uphill corner
at speed
and miss a step
Left foot - left arm
the pace is
out of sync
Now the street
goes down hill
Pick up speed
Mustn’t trip
No one’s awake
to help me up
A stretch of
alkali-looking
sidewalk
runs beside me
only on one side
The other side
walks
in the street
I guess
300 elbow lifts
fill 3 dead ended
corners
Time to turn
and climb
the hill
rubble left by
glaciers melting
oh-so-very
long ago
Scarred by
ATV tracks
Steep and crumbly
Caution is my
middle name
Heartbeat up
where it belongs
I stride the
ridge
and wait for
Sunrise
God is
somewhere else
today
No hues if
bubble gum
Dark clouds
stay dark
Til shining gold
behind them
bursts
to mark
another day
I survey
the town
below
and offer up
my thanks
as holy
meditation
then I turn
back down
the hill
for my short
walk to
home.
ljm
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
Apple pie in the oven
I can smell it from the porch swing
Grandma's in the kitchen
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind
Cool Spring day
Hay freshly bailed
Me on my ATV zigzagging between the bails
or
Just driving in circles around them
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind
Sitting on the tool box of the tractor
While my Grandpa drove
Or
Sitt on his lap steering
Childhood memories
Floating through my mind
Bottle feeding a baby calf
Piking up walnuts
Piking apples straight from the tree
I could go on and on
Memories made in a moment
But
Last a life time
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 11:14 AM UTC
Twisted X's made of wire,
strung between t- posts,
fencing off separate properties,
yet tying it together for miles.
Cattle and horses contained,
whitetail deer simply go through
or jump over with impressive leaps,
Rio Grande turkeys walk the line.
Game trails used by various critters,
criss cross underneath it,
forming tunnels in the tall grass,
a yellow breasted meadowlark perches.
Grown into trees through the years,
a historical record contained and preserved within.
single stand or multi-wire tales,
a 3000 pound Beefmaster bull just walks through.
Cowboys ride miles mending,
on foot, or horseback or trucks and ATV's.
good fences make good neighbors, especially in cattle country.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:32 AM UTC
I think it was ‘96 or maybe ‘97. Ripping down the hill on an ATV. Salamander skin and bottle rocket shriek. The firecracker pop of teenage sheen. Tobacco barned and creek wetted. Take me to the forests of smoke bomb blue. Hands in the dirt and vivisected. Wrestle me into a knot. Two bodies of flint sparking up the dark. Double wide glances…I’m a garden tub believer. Toss me a towel and dissolve me into the ether.
Nov 13, 2022
Nov 13, 2022 at 12:39 PM UTC
_Impressions of Philadelphia: May 20-8, 2023_
A masked saint dressed in dollar bills. Stuffed rice ***** Cannolli. Italian street festival
Bentley and Porsche. Bright sequins everywhere. Side-slit, backless, plunging. Metal detectors. Prom night downtown.
On the median, a barber and a man. Haircuts for the homeless.
Black tattoos, ankle to cheek. Dark lips. Green and blonde hair. Who needs a bra? City girl, Philly girl.
Bike paths everywhere downtown. Few bikes but lots of scooters. Lancaster county too.
Belly button here, belly button there, here a navel, there a navel, everywhere navel-navels. Philadelphia Innies ‘n outies.
Bright colors, weathered colors. Loving, nurturing, and plain strange. Gayborhood murals.
1st post master, mapped the gulf stream, lightening catcher, 9 Atlantic crossings. “I never discovered anything, I just made it useful”. Ben Franklin.
Overnight parking $300. At the Delaware, across from Camden.
The Rocky statue outside the art museum, golden Diana within.
Statues hanging from every other building. Avenue of the Arts.
Drexel, Temple, U-Penn. Unsolved murders. The campuses.
ATV rodeo every night. Rrrumm, rummm! Broad Street after 6.
Phillies 12 - Cubs 3. $8 hotdogs. Citizens Bank Field.
“All things considered, I’d rather be in Philadelphia”. W.C. Fields
Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 10:54 AM UTC