"automotive" poems
Dear Mr. President
This is a letter from me to you. There are many who are displeased with you....but I'm actually quite proud of you.
You helped the automotive industry get back on track......even though you had the naysayers upon your back.
I feel many people put too much of the blame on you.....especially when there are other's involved. You can't achieve success alone....you need a team. Just like Dr.King.... I know you also have a dream.
I recall your visit to my state and eventually my city. You blessed my neighborhood with your presence. I saw people of different ethnicities standing as one. Everyone was smiling even the sun.
You bellowed words of inspiration into the mike. My family was gathered on the sidewalk and for once everything seemed to be alright.
I like how you are just a regular guy and love to play ball. I admire the fact that you get to play with the superstars who will eventually enter the Hall of Fame.
Your name has been etched in history .....I'm honored because I never thought I would see this in my lifetime. An African American giving The State of the Union Address in primetime and granting interviews on Nightline.
I love the example of marriage and fatherhood that is on display. It is often stated that "we" don't commit and are dead beat dads.....from what I've witnessed you aren't doing bad. Thank you for the positive image you have provided me.....it's a form of motivation for me.
I saw a picture where you had your feet on the desk and you were on the phone....but I knew that you were a hard worker from the hole in the bottom of your shoe. You were about the people and walked where we lived..... not in Hollywood or Rodeo Drive with your finger in the air doing your redition of ' Staying Alive."
Mr. President...the thing that really gets me upset....is the blatant form of disrespect. They continue to call you by your last name....You earned the title of President yet they deliberately leave it out. I often hear Mr. Obama or Barack.....how is this cool when you are obviously on the clock.
They showed respect to President Clinton and George Bush.....both of them even though he tried to steal a whole state....but no one will discuss that issue.....I guess I'm a few years too late.
You are highly educated and intelligent more than the media would like to say. I'll make sure to add you to my list of leaders when I pray.
Thank you President Obama for the example you have been. I believe that you deserve the opportunity to do it again.
Sincerely.......a struggling poet.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:09 PM UTC
We laugh.
We have too.
When automotive executives speak about the electric cars running the future.
Why?
You say.
Okay, for a better word ask?
Many of us aware this will only work completely if they eliminate gasoline.
Yes, if our government legislature passes a law stating it.
We saw how they dictate high definition rules with television to the states.
The electric car reminds us of the fools behind driverless cars.
That alone is a hipster joke to various people.
A mind must operate the various options of the automotive.
When to stop?
When to move?
We know mistakes have occurred presently with this method
What's next?
Driverless planes with no pilot aboard.
Calling all mountains, look out!
Calling all skyscrapers, be aware!
Even other aircraft just flying in the air.
So, here we are?
Listening to others pushing the electric car.
Eventually, you have to charge it.
****
How long with that be?
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
Ice Tinkles in Cocktail Glasses,
At a Washington Hotel Lobby
A Senator Brags about his Hobby
It costs a lot of Upkeep to Maintain
Racing Stock, Ah but Bridled & Reined
Its Worth It, says the Chair of the FDA
Committee Over Sight to the Rep From
The Pharmaceuticals Association
As they Head to the Corner to whisper
The Engineer At Major Automotive
Tells them what he Sees for new Parts
They are off tolerance But in the Chart
It Shows only 3% Fatality, and It saves cash
After the Discussion to table it for Now
They break out the Bonuses for saving Money
Dark Souls Cast Dark Shadows in Life
With No Respect For Honesty or Right
Can't they see in a Flash, they fly into the Abyss
For all their Money..... On a Carpet of Cash
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
The new family dog
sits at the table
with sugar in his cereal
I talk to him so he won’t be lonely.
I ask him how his day was.
He looks at me
through his brown dog eyes
sitting in the chaos
of a hallucinatory disease.
I sit at the sidelines
of gradual Death.
I babysit him on weekends
and even from the shore, i can see him
on his island
chasing the tail
of dissipating thoughts.
He wasn’t always a dog.
He had a big bushy afro.
And a truckers moustache
that got him attention from the ladies.
He managed an automotive parts franchise
and travelled often.
He owned twelve of the worlds finest tobacco pipes, and
smoked *** out of all of them.
He married the love of his life
at 19 years old.
When the doctor told them, she would never bear children.
But he watched
four boys become men.
And only two were adopted.
He became a grandfather
and every passover, he sat in the throne
of a kingdom
he built.
His grandchildren
loved him
unconditionally.
When he tells me these stories now,
he sits behind glass, where he watches the kingdom.
Without him.
Sitting at the breakfast table, I want him to know:
I love you, I can’t help you.
I love you—
Goodbye.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
assembly point
first floor
second floor
P
$1.00
per hour
third floor
others
panelbeaters paint division
spies heckler automotive
no thoroughfare
flooring centre - "fashion for your floor"
kitchen things
relocation sale
plumbing laser - "totally dependable"
Stop!
convictions end careers
science
/three
/fire
/wardens
/tally
/board
design + garden landscapes
All violators will be towed at owners expense
(doorway in constant use)
National mortgage and agency
(coy of nz ltd)
"manufactures of quality soft furnishings"
inward goods ->
ABSOLUTELY
nothing to be left outside of
"floor"
at all times
(community probation service)
"salsa moves New Zealand"
Ice cold pacific fish shop
Inward
outward
goods
(Clearance 3.1 metres)
<-chapel office->
hot pies fish and chips burgers milkshakes ice cream fried chicken
STOP
(funeral services limited)
full system fabrications: - "free quotes!"
hand painted / illuminated
The art of refinishing;
Leaders in worldwide approval 
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC
Downtown is toned by streetlights on Saginaw St.,
tracing her cobbled backbone—
on the corner a pool of light is a lullaby,
but clearer to see brick by brick,
layers of calloused palms,
callous shadows cross-hatching;
blue-collar, white-collar, police-collared,
all with matching steel jewelry—
We place the blame of an abandoned city
like hands wrapped around each other’s throats,
I hold my breath.
Buildings straighten themselves to look up,
our dirty-mouthed, thieving, empty-pocket,
sole-less shoe, unapologetic town looks up,
both feet on pavement residued with used to be,
timeless like a good pair of jeans,
we all look up.
We whisper the secrets of a town unmoved
when hitting rock bottom.
We whisper to one-another an unwavering gaze,
a fight, a consolation, and stroll with heavy feet
under the sky of flickering city stars
with corporate automotive names,
We whisper all or nothing
To dark windows in tall buildings,
close our eyes for sleep;
the sun comes up tomorrow.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 7:59 PM UTC
potpourri of stale disheveled grasses,
arcane and forbidden mouse holes, and masses
of leprous bristlecone pine, acid atmosphere, of venus.
sweltering, permeates gold, naked, anti-shade crevice;
torn from digested fence to digested fence.
a seething sneer in the canopy, turbid herb scents
(of spring, or morning, or rain, have since
been mumified to accompany summer’s rescindment).
and ground-dwellers, caterwauling, as this eutrophic sea
is the ulcerated stomach of a carnivorous beast.
lust drives the ferocious field,
scorching as automotive steel.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
she was nineteen.
I was five years younger.
she had a strange craving,
of lust and blunder.
I would skip class,
to kiss *** so she may service,
a nervous ******
In this spacious place of a stair case,
her moans of satisfaction echoed through the steps,
and filled the cracks in the wall.
windows were practically the walls.
she famously said,
"lets give 'em a show"
how did I know she was such a creep?
a golden haired beauty that smelled like the perfume department at Macy's.
her lips stained with lipstick.
lips.
I would kiss.
bite.
lick.
Interruption.
her automotive me, slowed to an abrupt stop,
only to be silenced by an uninvited guest,
abruptly opening the door downstairs,
and luckily kept,
the rhythm in his step as downward he trekked.
"lay on the floor" she told me.
"yes master" I say.
that was the day that I will always remember.
that was the day I met abby.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
flung forward over slick asphalt
six cylinders speeding towards eternity.
your legs, our arms, tossed out the windows
grasping breezes raindrops freedom.
scents of summer storms fill our lungs
drenching us, cleansing us from the pollution of
cluttered basements, chemically-treated arguments
the stale musk of lonesome and striving.
trespassed swingsets launch us into skies, hazy city lights
love born of fading stars and whispered stories
breathless utterances of shared sorrows, griefs-
Grace uncovered in nods and glances
-clasped hands when words fell short.
barefoot toes urge a hesitating pedal
throwing us faster into our borrowed Kingdom
as fanfare trumpeted from skipping tracks
announced our four-wheeled ballroom blitz.
this automotive palace became our confessional,
our summertime, our refuge, a long-sought embrace.
we were vagabonds, saints, sinners, artists.
we were heroes.
washed in waves of sound, our fellowship burgeoned--
souls knit together in a tribal affection
ensconced in a fortress of rubber, glass and steel
steeped in diner coffee, wrapped in warm fragrant incense:
we sampled salvation.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
A woman is like a magnet.
They attract many without seeking any attention.
The power of a woman is the ability to get a man.
To do various things just by being themselves.
Turn on the sweet charm and men are like candy in their arms.
And if they are beautiful physically.
Men acts like foolish hoping to be the selected one.
That she use for things they are willing to do.
Women know, of men that pay their bills.
Automotive and rental and others that need to be done.
Women just has that power.
And women of thickness has melted many down.
Don't buy into that rumor a man only wants the skinny ones around.
Some men jump.
Some men charm.
But it's the power of a woman that dictates the rules.
While many males goes around saying she treated them like a fool.
When all she probably ever did was created the rules.
And the man decided to play the game.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Just got back from a little trip
wasn't planned, down the mississip
started out from just one sip
of a drink I can't remember
went on down to the land of cotton
woke up really feeling rotten
I can't remember the drink i'd gotten
but, I needed one again
head was fuzzy, vision blurred
one more down, and i'd be cured
instead, now my speech is slurred
but, damn...that drink was smooth
chose to go down to the river
my brain not working, nor my liver
my eyes were closed down to a sliver
I had to find that drink
I saw a re-enactment of a battle
I didn't listen to the prattle
the armies were just led like cattle
to their deaths without a chance
I knew that I saw lots more men
than were actually there right then
my vision saw five score times ten
while there was only twenty two
I relaxed and I loved the feeling
this drink had set my mind a reeling
I feel I could dance on the ceiling
all of this from just one drink
no matter, I swore I'd behave
no comments made about a slave
or I'd be in a shallow grave
and would never drink again
I searched around for near a week
my throat was closed, I could not speak
I hadn't eaten and was weak
but, **** I needed more
i'm sure it had some blue cacao
I need to find out, find out now
i'm not sure when, but I know how
I'll go back to the start
I flew on home and went to where
i'd had the drink on someone's dare
another one of the dog's hair
and i'd start it all again
they told me that the drink i'd drunk
was just some automotive gunk
they moved it cause it smelled like skunk
and I chose to drink it down
some oil and some antifreeze
was the drink that brought me to my knees
they thought i'd die, or at least sieze
but, I guess I proved them wrong
so next time when I have a drink
I think i'll take some time to think
will I notice if it has a stink
before I choose to drink the brew
before I go some sage advice
don't be like me, at least think twice
if you want a trip with added spice
order up one drink from me.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
My car has got it’s brain back through
A trick automotive lobotomy hack
It was acting a little manic, the whacked
Human Machine Interface Module part
The screen was seen as a scary
Kerouac consciousness stream
An obscenity screed; a
Muddled fuddled car scene
HMIM installed anew—
Electroshock therapy
Zzzzzzhhhxt-phsssszzxt!
Initiating … initiating … initiating …
“Welcome!
Destination?”
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
My car won’t work,
I’m totally *******
It’s acting totally rude;
Imbued with a bad attitude.
Like a metal horse
That needs to be shoed
It’s behavior is almost lewd
Waiting around for a rich guy
To come and be the dude
I checked to see if the problem is
Lack of water or life-giving crude,
Oil that is, Texas tea.
It’s silly to expect wealth of me
Always broke, an automotive joke.
All I can do is sit and croak
Like the frog on a log spoke
And since my car chose to croak
I gave my mechanic a poke.
He decided my wallet was too full.
Now I’m in the thrall of a lull
With too much idle time to ****
I’ll pay the bill, I know I will,
But still, this whole thing is a pill.
It’s not that I hate holding still,
It’s just that I have so few frills
And this is financially uphill.
I will make it work somehow
But for now, it’s back to the plow
That I’ll pull but don’t know how.
A result of the here and the now.
I may just be whining, not sure
But I see no ready-made cure
For now my sense of loss is pure
And there may be no sinecure.
I just have to grin and endure.
I walk and I wait and I cuss
Waiting for the ever-late bus
To ride with other unfortunates.
At least I’m not on a date
And being embarrassed to state
The case of my pauperish state.
Really, none of this is great.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC
The one thing about some brothers and sisters in society.
You can truly believe your father loved your mom.
Television, he mustn't have seen.
When mom spoke of another brother or sister to be born.
You think, she must be an automotive factory plant.
With production constantly running.
Because of your father engine constantly running.
Soon, as you thought a strike might take place.
You just had to look at your parents face.
To know, what was about to take place?
Yes, you truly know your parents loved one another.
When you saw your mother patting on her stomach.
And your dad just a bragging.
Then with many kids you can predict the next.
It's been said and stated the youngest one is moving over.
For the next child to be born.
I guess in away.
This must be true.
When you see your mother as living proof.
And that this isn't some wise tale.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
The fifties and sixties days, you saw those will power abuse folks seeing equality and opportunities to move ahead.
And some did in various ways.
You seen and still do racism in the news and the group that ruled it more.
Is now trying to turn the message back upon the group they placed in restraints by rules of law.
And still try too.
With the changing of time, things has occurred.
This generation rules their destination that walls would crumble down.
Obviously, many wrote years ago that things would change.
And those once in charged would find it hard to face their fears.
That any wrong will come back to surface.
And crying about it.
Simply won't help it.
As with justice that dealt.
It always mostly from those hire help.
Unions brought the automotive world to a stand still.
And still have that power.
And same with racism held by ritual.
Eventually you must face your oppressors.
Especially with the changing of time.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
Those with power hates protesting.
Don't matter what it concerns?
We, saw this with slaves when masters used whips and chains to control.
Oppression to this is normal control.
When automotive workers demanded more rights.
Notice, the tools used to control them for a short while only.
Paying less to achieve success is their reasoning goal.
But when they started to rise during that time.
Oppression, holds weight with power masters in top positions.
Women, knows this well.
Many shut them down and still continue too.
The power to stand for equality or more important respect.
Oh, somethings requires silence by the rules set up in place.
Jobs, which requires 90 days probationary simply means, you'll be used to accomplish the company mission.
If , by success you succeed you'll become a permanent employee.
Now, government employees knows this scheme pretty well too.
Many jobs requires 6 months, 9 months to a year probation.
Voices speaks, it's a voice to be shut down.
If a voice to be shut down than things not meant to be spoken isn't heard.
********** is a power word.
Always notice this and pay attention to it.
Persecution, notice which group this word is closely linked.
Tyranny, must we say more.
To oppress, means to hold back.
For on equal footing you'll find the weak never was strong.
Notice, who created the laws?
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Oud
Rose of Taif
Incense
Musk
Sandalwood
and
rare spices
1. Mayil Karuppu (Black and yellow)
2. Kagam/sengaruppu (Black and red)
3. Sevalai (Red)
4. Karum Keeri/Senkeeri (black/red dotted)
5. Sambal Boothi (Grey)
6. Kokku Vellai (White)
7. Noolan (white and black)
8. Pondram (Golden brown)
Automotive Safety Integrity Level is a risk classification scheme defined by the ISO 26262 - Functional Safety for Road Vehicles standard. This is an adaptation of the Safety Integrity Level used in IEC 61508 for the automotive industry.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:37 AM UTC