"revved" poems
Red streaks of thin hair, finely cured,
Sugar-coded skin, sweet yet sticky inside…and then you sniff,
Freshly sliced with soft cries for help, the grass grows,
Dried in the most delightful setting; a miniature shadow of the sun,
The initials share a basketball in one palm-
-The pop from the stereo reflects the ripple of a king-
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A complete package within, once the engine has revved- the liftoff-
Find yourself inside of her powers; the majestic magic maneuvers the mind,
Mend many memories and flick the switch on the motionless projector,
Guilty pleasures please the people and protect peaceful guidance,
Keep close the cultivation of a captivating lover-
-She will rise in your soul like helium in the lungs-
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She, who I breathe for, calls my name; forever entering the cave,
I broke off a chunk of everything she has grown to be,
Crumbled, chalk-like pollen, piles into mounds of distraction,
I set flame to the lone match and touch the wick- a silent sway-
She burns, her hair still a fiery-ruby blend, but like all living expectation-
-The ash separates and with the wind…she performs flips-
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Every morning I would hear the metal wheels grind against the rails as the garage door opened
Leave for school as you were under the hood staring at horse power repairing every engine that was broken
Returned home and now you’re underneath a different car, your face blackened from the dirt, oil and debris
And at night sometimes I’d hold the flashlight for you, pointing the light at the wrong spots of the engine, I’d help to some degree
Rarely spoke but wrenches clanked, ratchets ticked, screws and bolts rattled and power tools revved
It’s the language that I never understood but it’s the language I know you’ve said
The garage doors would close, I’d smell the scent of Mary Jane coming from your room, swear the odor was limitless
Then I would hear the rifts and solos from the guitar strings that were plucked by your fingertips
Life as a grease monkey and a rockstar but you loved every second of it, you love everything you do
I wish one day I could find my own love and become something just like you
I see why my mother loves you
You called me your son though we’re not blood I swear I miss you in every way
You’ve alwayz told me to look out for my sister and to protect her everyday
Happy birthday
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
eid beckoned, and so did visarjan
being a keralite the stomach craved for Sadhya
so I found myself on Onam day
inching closer and closer to a meal gone cold
as the engine revved an unforgiving sigh
I swore aloud with all my might,
the city didn't even stop to breathe,
as mount mary fair blew my brains to sleep
only in bombay will one see,
religions cohere so beautifully
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
I stood before the town folk, who were all revved up, in gear,
" I'm laying claim to 'Yonder Road', which leads to my lot there".
And as I spoke, I found my voice~ "And I, G Clair, it is my choice
to take it back" and dared the few, who looked me in the eye, and knew
they'd met their match but here's the catch,
I took it straight, right down the hatch...
The road's not mine to take.
"We must decline. It's on the line, the Powell Township County Line"
~So half of it is theirs to sell? And so I'm thinking "What the hell?"
I never planned to buy the land, which leads up to my pile of sand,
and half a road? That's just a load of cock-a-mamey crap and toad!
Not one spoke on my behalf, that half-a-road was just a laugh,
but secretly I knew their game, to share the road, and to their shame,
I'd have to buy the township out, if private is, what it's about.
And so I kept my peace of mind. "I'll pay for Yonder, rob me blind!"
"And all in favor, just say 'Aye'" The room went silent. Then a cry~
from down behind the furthest row, an "Aye" and then the rest in tow
and everyone you would have thought, would die before the road was bought
and on that day, the vote was wrought, and ALL for one road to my lot.
the road was mine to take!
And as I drove on down my road, I wondered, if it ever snowed,
if they'd still plow a private road, or leave it to the one who owed
the price of owning graveled lane, which cut in two, by grassy mane
and wondered if I'd have to mow the place which pulled like undertow~
which drew the settlers through the plain, where nothing grows in fitful rain
yet wagons, traveling there in vain, would lose a wheel, and what a pain
and one last thought to keep me sane:
Those drivers who had lots to gain
whose hearts were heavy, just the same
from weary rolling over rocks
in untilled pastures, void of flocks
who held the reigns in calloused hands
and prayed while sweat dripped from their glands
to make it to their promised lands,
would LOVE... a road... like mine.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
I was the small animal, shivering in the cave,
Scarcely breathing, trapped, pushed in.
My beating heart revved like a motor engine,
Like adrenaline in fierce hostilities.
Though I could not see it,
I was too busy trying to frolic among the alpha-males,
As though that was the only way to live,
Sharpening my claws when I could have been sharpening my cunning,
Because here we live not understanding,
That not everyone is gonna flaunt themselves as the big dog.
I’m out now,
I grew opposable thumbs and was able to turn the key,
And say “Do svedanya”
To what I realized was just,
A pile of males competing to be on top.
If people wish to take a stand,
Against something they cannot truly feel,
Then I implore you,
Do my lungs not breathe the same air as you do?
Does my heart not beat just as yours does?
Do my eyes not perceive the same wonders as you do?
For those of you who enjoy
Distinguishing right and wrong,
Look at the animal to your left and
Watch if he tries to steal from your plate
Instead of letting your eyes burn
With that overwhelming rage.
Those claws can’t scratch the surface
On understanding that the same blood
Flows within our veins.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 9:13 AM UTC
The Lady had him chained
In that white, tile room
Where she'd spent many painful hours
Contemplating her doom
The police didn't even
Have a clue he was missing
The Lady hired a **********
Who drugged him while kissing
The poor dumb *****
As a witness was silenced
She lay dead in the alley way
Her death, it was violent
Now, in the white tile room
He'd been bleeding all the while
The Lady stood outside the door
Wearing a murderous smile
He awoke with a scream
Looked around, saw fingers missing
He remembered fading out
While he and the ***** had been kissing
Realising where he was
His bleeding body began to shake
He knew The Lady was taking revenge
For all his ****** mistakes
Many nights he'd chained her here
Just to hear her scream
But now he was in her place
Like a bad ******* dream
Outside the door he heard a noise
It was a murderous humming
He knew that sound well
It was a chainsaw running
The Lady stepped through the door
Rage on her face
He struggled to get away
But he would lose this race
The Lady revved the chainsaw up
He started to beg
The Lady wouldn't hear it
And off came his leg
Now that white tile room
Wasn't white anymore
Blood, fingers, and body parts
Littered the floor
The Lady slid down the wall
Sat down and took a breath
Now all around her
Was the sight and smell of death
The Lady didn't mind
No, she didn't care
Because in Love and war
All is fair
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 8:21 AM UTC
She is a tress of hair out of place,
combed in slow sweeps from my forehead.
I thought her an enigma to perchance unravel
by the press of well-paired lips
or by a mind besotted with moon glow
and Grenache wine;
one wicked with wisdom.
Saccharine words stirred into woody coffee,
I, Whitman, imagine her
the chill of Robert Frost
clung like sugar grains to my Leaves of Grass.
Almandine eyes of the nine Mousai
revved up by unbridled inventiveness…
I twinge too much to hold it inside,
she triumphs beyond the rim of her vessel,
so our ache and exultation
steal past the musing sentinel of apprehension;
and leap from once dormant imagination
into spirit shadows and splendid motifs.
She is a stranger to all,
but to those whom she whispers as lover.
We, two strangers of sun and moon,
curl nubile into night
to take our nuptials at dawn.
One hundred million miles and
one earth between us;
now bound as one, we pull the tides
into an unexpected tempest in my heart;
a tender act of indiscretion
undoing a tame, near tepid, bearing.
Thus muse and artist
feast upon the provender of providence
and all delectable in between them.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Ive been feeling electric, sparking, waiting for ignition
Confused, longing for release
Finding close calls with the unavailable
Wondering what about sin makes us feel more vibrantly alive
Praying for a fated spark, brought by His will
Resisting temptation
But remembering electric bad news mouth on my ear
A friend’s body language
A student’s eyes searching mine in a 4 hour exchange
A woman in heartbreak
Cryptic messages from my heart’s interpretation and friendship from available options
Trying to be the better version I’ve become while the past me slips me bad ideas
Through seductive lips and sensual whispers
I feel on the verge
I want all the bad ideas, the intensity almost hurts but
I’m waiting for the fated interaction
Hoping it’s worth the wait
Staying electric
Impatient
Revved
Sparking
Hoping
Strong
<3
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
i am a cork, set upon
the rapids today.
a storm, rising in
the darjeeling tea.
lightning, in the sugar jar
all bitterred up and jittery.
i am a feather, caught up
in a whirlwind,
on the edge of a cyclone.
running laps incessant, on the
hamster wheel,
of insomulance, that's me.
frenzied, fury, frenetic energy.
revved up, to beyond the max,
caught... tied up in a box with
bright,binding string.
claustrophobically, confined,
ready to explode,
my brain confetti, tizzy-fied.
why you ask?
what's the go?
that's the ****** problem..
i don't know............
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Do you remember when I put my last dollar
In that vending machine?
And it didn’t give me my Dr. pepper ?
And you walked away and bought your lunch
And sat next to me smiling
to share your soda and make it better?
Do you remember how my lips hurt,
So bad and I slept so little that night,
Because I hadn’t bought my books,
And you woke up in the morning,
To early and rushed to save the day,
Saved me twice by taking me away.
Sat with me and kissed my tender lips,
And told me I shouldn’t bite them
When I’m stressed?
Do you remember holding me together
When I had fallen apart,
And then you sewed together
My torn and tattered heart?
When panic revved inside my soul,
You held it there at bay,
whispered sweetly in my ear
That I was worth the wait?
Do you remember what you said,
When I was crying on the floor,
Rain was pouring in my head,
When I said I couldn’t hold it up
For another second more?
You told me to let it go,
And that nothing was as important
As seeing that I could be happy again?
And then..
Do you remember taking me to my own Prom,
Because I felt to alone to go?
And I was all wrong.
And you held me up and looked at me,
And danced until for a moment I was whole.
Like I had never cried before, like I
Had always known, you would come into existence
The moment I needed you most.
Do you remember sitting under candle light,
Without a single word,
As I cried, and you cried in a house
So full where not a person knew, and
The only way to be alone was to fallow
Me to the bathtub where we cried
And I kept touching you,
To make sure it was true, that you were
Still there. That you were real,
And you really cared to follow through.
Do you remember telling me I was beautiful,
When you should have said I
Was damaged? I can’t imagine
Anything better then when
I stepped out of the bathroom,
Downstairs and you stared
At the broken smile on my face,
And your eyes were empty for a moment.
I remember no one knew, like you knew.
No one shows me like you show it.
And when you say someday you will find a way,
To let me know that you will stay,
To let me know the way you love me,
I want to wrap my arms around you,
And let you feel it from me,
All the ways you show me every single day.
Because I remember,
And I can’t believe I get to know,
That I love you, and you stayed.
And I remember.
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
The most abused of them all
That bitter taste
The bite of fire
Liquor and beer
The murkey and the clear
One of the coolest
Joe cool
Blow like city breeze
As romanticized as diamonds
Just as ****** - cigs
The Doctors choice (orders?)
Gets you revved up
Shot to the moon and back
With complete concentration
Amphetamine aka Adderall
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
"Get a degree
a high G.P.A.
a piece of modern adult identity.
Drive onto the racetrack with a real job--engine revved,"
say the boys:
Washington, Dad, and you.
Voices loud
Ears Deaf.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
Something phenomenal calls!
Its voice is like a gushing waterfall.
Endless continuums of percussions resound
The rhythm infiltrates my consciousness and my veins.
It becomes synchronized with my heart and brain.
I writhed like a woman in childbirth.
Struggling, I sought to cast out this rhythm and the source of this call.
I wanted to sit. I wanted to crawl.
I wanted to smash this thing against the wall.
Enduring until the sound dissipates.
Drenched and exhasuted, I wait.
Eternity is ike an endless mile.
Mortality is a second in a day.
A new dawn beckons.
As the rhytm crescendos,
I surrend to its beat.
I am a newborn on the stage of life.
Is this my scene to make as I wish?
I am a fish out of water drowning from air.
Yet an Oscar awaits the moment I participate.
The choices I make reflect on the past.
Who have I cast, but myself?
Constantly, I am prepared to tangle with each day.
Reaching out for help, I am pulled from the fray.
Like a rose that forgot to bloom,
I am struck with the onset of gloom.
Counting the years, I have left, can I make the deadline?
Fate screams, "Get in line!"
It is my turn to shine.
I have resolved that I just need to be me,
Be courageous, be open, be free.
Allow life's paths to converge.
The blinding light of life has turned green.
I am revved and ready,
To make my grandest scene!
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 9:40 AM UTC
I’m afraid of ******* up
Afraid of that thing I called ‘it’ my whole life
Not knowing that ‘it’ was really just me
Not knowing
That what I’m afraid of is my own fear
In the last gear
On this highway I like to call life
I’m, revved up and flying full throttle towards the edge
Dangling between
The sun,
And the sharp rocks of reality
Splat, crash
And in a flash
All of my dreams are gone
****
And I’m stuck in another coma, for another nineteen years
Until I have another life crisis I feel the need
To speed
Out of
I’ll walk these streets alone
Until I find the oz’s home
And you can beep bop
To my beat box
As this street walks
To my solo
Whoa,
If I could go?
Another way with a new day
And the new play on this new field
Where this game starts
Fwap
Goes the minute hand
Faster than a blinking man
As the crowd screams so loud
The noise is silent
Slow down, wait
cause
Imma do what was never done
And imma win what was never won
They say all roads lead to hell?
Well,
They also said all roads lead to Rome
And lemme just tell you….that Rome?
Was no home
To me
So I’m gonna keep on trekking
Keep regrettin’
Till I find, what I got in mind
And that is
Peace
Piece inside
Figure out all these pieces
I could never fit together
Till I get a whole
There’s the goal
I’ll find that inner child
And the crowd goes wild
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:50 PM UTC
Our life together is often linked by golden songs
Of moments captured, warm and true and rare
Those songs that carry memories, they often speak for me
Sewn into words reflecting how we care
Crazy Mr Bowie could always rock our world
And John's sunshine voice always warmed us so
And Fern knew that together we were beautiful
Though we were all revved up with no place to go
And they lifted us with their own dreams and visions
And we smile and dance and fall around the room
And recall the joys that wove us close together
But after all this time, and after all those songs
Someone else's words just won't do
For 40 Decembers, I sang with someone else's voice
I let so many strangers declare my love for you
But now it's time to tell my girl what she really means to me,
And on this day, someone else's words won't do
So, I recall the winding roads of expectation
And the First Class sound of brass in summer sun
And feel the drizzle of mountainside while we lay in each others arms
And that crazy mixed up joy of being young
I'm ever grateful for that day I saw your smiling face
Expecting someone else to grace my view
And I never shall regret the paper ring I forged
Or the beautiful adventure it led us to
And though I'm grateful to the poets for their sentiments
And the thousand vibrant voices that have shined
Using someone else's words to speak to you today
Won't be enough to speak for me this time
Remember.....
It was cold, but it was sunny, the week of Christmas, that aint funny!
I was hungover, like a **** stood nervously, before the clerk
But you were there, and you were fine, so beautiful, and you shined
That was our day, we'd be one, though they said we were too young
We faced the world, and we signed, your slender hand, warm in my mine
And there it began, our mystery ride, with my girl, my love, my bride
You're my lady of the Rhododendrums, don't you know?
The Prettiest nurse that ever nursed me through
And though the pretty valleys always captivated us
Gelert's graceful beauty always bowed to you
You are my friend and my ambassador
The beauty of the beast
You're the mistress of my madness
And the the Princess of my peace
For my lady of the Rhododendrums dancing in your hair
Thank you for always being at my side
With sparkling smile and giving soul, and a heart that is laid bare
My precious wife, my lovely blushing bride
So please accept this humble song with love from me
After 40 years I finally came through
It won't make sun shine down upon your shoulders
But I'm the only one who knows the inner you
And it's not someone else's words
Not other people's words
But this song
This simple song
Is only for you
I sing this song for you
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 5:23 PM UTC
Aspirant almost Leica
deftly fashioned
fully throated
astro revved.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:51 PM UTC
His waltz-walk, just added to loveliness
in a southern township
made a balled hum like a grown elm
sprung from pillboxes or a revved engine –
the tip tapping, centerfold pouring tea
and fertilize the carnal burn.
I have an afterglow from watching him,
he treats it like a sunrise;
it splits to a peak, and dissolves untouched.
We think of such moments as a fever,
I hope he considers my smile a moon jewel
a valuable pepper of pearls
she wept and they fell from her head –
but not I, no, I know that girls do not cry.
And there will be a moment I know
he is walking to me, he will waltz with me.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Do you know what I miss?
I miss the gentle smile that was for me,
the lingering looks with blushing cheeks,
the feather-like touch that revved up my senses,
the soft whispers full of affection.
YOU.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Shifting like a coward back then forth,
I watched my lover vacant.
His eyes looked at me as if there where nothing else in the whole world.
There was.
So I told him:
“I do not love you any more.” I said, so confident and proud.
“I swear to god you will not see me in heaven
and I'll find my own heaven somehow.
I value my beer
and my places and dreams
and perhaps some new lovers for now.
And though it may hurt
you cannot calm my screams
and that matters
it ******* matters
you failed!!"
He looked down as if I had just ripped something out of him,
I did.
I loved it so much
and cried like a baby all night
wishing I had him to hold on to.
His jewel was wrapped around my neck like a noose.
I tugged on it to see if he would notice.
He didn’t.
And in that moment I tugged so hard that it broke.
I threw what was left at him.
Broken gems hit the scattered floor.
They where gone.
We where.
I revved my engine and hoped for hell that he would take me back!
He didn’t.
And those eyes like eyeballs rest comfortably upon his ugly cheeks.
His face all torn up by liquid and hate.
Then he kissed me so sweetly even I felt like the devil.
I was.
And I knew just then that I would never forget that moment.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
2nd of Jan all revved up
Another cup of tea in another tea cup
Back to work sharp and raring to go
Cup of tea gone, the start is slow
Happy New Year you say with glee
The guy over there is staring at me
I pick up the pace and give it some wellie
Oh crap I think he's staring at my belly
Peanuts, crisp, Toblerone and cake
Turkey, trifle all on your plate
Just eat and sit until you're ill
As you tell yourself just sit and chill
Must get fit and lose some weight
Tuesday arrives you come home late
Chicken Pie, peas and a pint of beer
Same old same old Happy New Year!
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Group think in unison disarray
morons looking for Camelot in mob's dive
we spoil for mind war but pray lend us our minds
in cloudy storms of magical red rains our brains were washed
to pristine white
Our masters tell us
its a remote affair so show us the moat
we will swim float and jump
masters says its a revolution
we are revved up but spare us the elocution
Some are saying this is mindless but we could not care less
though those wenches were careless
when they stole from the Moor
who was not from the moors in North York
A bright spark said its a vendetta of thieves
they cut of his tongue and said his brains had not
been washed proper
that he was calling a ***** a *****
yet the masters had taken our pitchforks and cudgels away
them dumb masters keeps on saying remote remote
and then control, control, then, power, power
now if you ask me fellow hicks in unison
this really is no time for **** roll
neither is it a time to go to the moat, what's it with this re moat
then they say its tower, tower
in Cromwells' name
are we being told to go via the moat for a **** roll in the tower
don't blame me they washed my brains a while ago.....
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC