"vette" poems
A mile to work and a mile to home;
I roam this bay town more often alone
Than with anyone else who's willing to stay;
I fray and I wither like Bill back in the day
Of those times so funky where music was fresh;
Outta breath I would get singing along in my vette:
I pretend, quite often, that instead I do own;
But no, it's well know of my junker I roam
That I travel point A to point B by such mode;
Yes, I go via foot or death trap on the road
That is ever before me and ready to fight;
Whether night or day light, my knees give their might
And walk and stomp and push best they can;
Whether sit or stand or cross bridges off land
I do hope to pickup a better way,
Less stranger;
But danger aside, I drive on: me and my ford ranger.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Today, I gazed upon the future.
Stingrays, Mercedes S-Class, Corvette ZR1....
I couldn't take my eyes off that brand new Vette
I looked at my dad and pointed at that ZR1
I said
That's why I'm in college
I won't quit till I fall out
I won't stop till I'm gone
I don't want to be good
I don't aim to just be better
If I'm gonna do it
I have to be the best
Maybe more
But for sure
For sure
Absolutely nothing less
That's my ZR1
My Z06
I'll take off in that S-Class
How do you say.....
Kompressor
Appetite for Champagne
Budget for beer
No worry
Prospects are already flowing
I'll be the first round draft pick
I still hold the top spot
Highest grade point average
Dead serious
I got this
Heads up
I'm coming for you
Remember those three letters
JMG
You'll see them again
I promise
I am not the same
I'm an alien
I hover over you
Climb in my spaceship
Let's go for a ride
If you dare to understand me
You'll never let go
But dare for a ride
Cause I'm not slowing down
until i find out what that means
I'm not gonna quit til my brain stops tickin
I'm hungry
Starving
I'm gonna plow through this ****
Like Cam Newton through some Gamecocks.....Yeah 56-17
You can try to do something about it
I really hope you do
I'm a soldier
I'm never ever
Going away
I swear to god
You better keep your eyes open
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
shiny ‘vette
velvet walls
noontime cabaret
passing by, bye
cigarette
cell phone calls
boot mark to the face
push and pull
take the cake
climb to the top!
rise at the top!
wallet’s fat
bank account swells
now some time to wait
nice and full
got it made
winding the clock!
(winding the clock!)
scratching backs
fingernails smell
now i'm turning grey
take my dime,
not my time
what was that?
slot machine bells
not for me today
or any day
one more sip
of lemonade
when will it stop?
when will it stop?
when will it stop?
when will it stop?
when will it?
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 8:09 PM UTC
Dov'era la luna? Ché il cielo
notava in un'alba di perla,
ed ergersi il mandorlo e il melo
parevano a meglio vederla.
Venivano soffi di lampi
da un nero di nubi laggiù:
veniva una voce dai campi:
chiù...
Le stelle lucevano rare
tra mezzo alla nebbia di latte:
sentivo il cullare del mare,
sentivo un fru fru tra le fratte;
sentivo nel cuore un sussulto,
com'eco d'un grido che fu.
Sonava lontano il singulto:
chiù...
Su tutte le lucide vette
tremava un sospiro di vento;
squassavano le cavallette
finissimi sistri d'argento
(tintinni a invisibili porte
che forse non s'aprono più?... );
e c'era quel pianto di morte...
chiù...
875
At first, it was lies to tell girls
Friday night at the pub
I have this Trust my rich parent's left me, just a million
a year, **** them,
or I just passed the bar, gonna be a lawyer, hey hey , let me buy you a drink.
That is how I studied
storytelling.
I was bested many a times.
This cutie pie stayed wide eyed
near and laughed too loud at all
my jokes and acted helpless
with a cue in her hand, one fateful night.
I should have realized her game was better,
when she jumped the two ball and sunk
the eight, like it was an accident.
It was getting later and the crowd was thinning out
and we played Pac-Man together.
She had this gleam in her eye.
She asked did I want a ride in her 'vette.
My eyes lit up .
Hell's Yes I said, emphatically!
I paid the tab and followed her out to
the barely lit
parking lot, all
the time looking left and right,
wanting to see a Corvette and hoping it was red.
She took my hand led me to this little white Chevette!
I fell instantly
in love.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
drinks and cusses like a sailor
holds her own with
spiders in the shower
makes her own breakfast
cleans the dishes she uses
spends her money at Dollar General
likes cats and dogs
drinks whiskey and smokes ***
so my beer and ******* are all mine
has a trimmed heart above her *****
and only one tattoo
a heart on her left breast
no metal in her thing
a dad and mom that she still
talks to
an ex who pays child support
children who are almost
perfect little saints
who is not afraid to
put me in my place at times
likes Baseball
and once wrote a dissertation
for her PHD about the differences
between Socialism and liberalism
and drives a Vette.
A 1988 Chevette!
I knew her a
long time ago.
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
11/20/2012
Fifteen years will not find me a suburban home.
Not minivan nor prius in my driveway.
You see, I need space to roam.
I was born for the open highway.
All I need is a 'vette and a Jeep.
Just a cabin in the mountains,
A condo on the beech,
A suite above the Vegas fountains.
I'll never settle, not when old,
And I'll not be tied down by any wife.
I refuse to fill the common mould,
I was meant for the free life.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Lucy was majorly bummed,
looked seriously glum,
said her Daddy had taken
her T-Bird away,
wasn’t have much fun
anymore.
I said, “Are you freaking kidding me girl,
clearly you could buy a ‘Vette
& have just as much fun!”
Then she smiled with
that Lucy-gorgeous-smile
& replied,
**** straight Jonny,
think I’ll head down to the dealership,
check thinks out,
there ain’t no way
Daddy’s gonna rain on my parade!”
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
When pop was a boy
Iz pride and joy
Was just to have wheels wiv a mota
Tricked up didn’t play, not in their hood
Even though you could
End result wouldn’t lift the skin - off a rice pud
Real quick in that day
Only came by the way
Of serious a serious wedge of pay
Aston, Ferrari, you could take to the bank
Hemi, Stang and Vette for the yanks
For most just wall posters and wanks
These days it different, back from the dead
Universal balance has got out of bed
And delivered justice for the poor petrolhead
You can strut your stuff, in your supa caa
But the kid in a Rex or an EVO jam jar
Gonna embarrass you, you fucken rockstar
We quikka N you - its no pop quiz
These days turbos and nitrous is the biz
Nuffink about the money just how big your ***** is
Want to put up your half million Mclaren
Thats just a few tenths quicka, than a subbie wagon
Equipped wiv a teenage ****** called Darren?
We quikka N you - even with your cash
One real aspect in life, where design and dash
Triumphed over money and flash
We quikka N you
And don’t you forget it
Now get out of my way
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
as love too much or love in vain
or a wrong chord sung in ecstasy
say oh god my tone deaf
partner and it sounds like opera
to me
write me poems leave them in lipstick on my back
I will stand in the mirror and crane my neck
take keys and scribe my vette
stick icepicks in my tires
me and my new love watched
naked inside while peeping out
the window
both of us had been there
before
I hate you hurt but **** life
is sometimes
hard
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
Yea I eat steak
I'm also not ashamed to say I **********
I stayed at the Holiday Inn
Loved the continental breakfast so much
I'll be goin' there again
This planet spins around the sun
It really is alot of fun
I'm always alone
I guess that's a shame
Some say this life is like a game
I have no money
Or no honey
It's no big deal
I think that's funny
I often sit upon that log
Try not to eat the hog
Hog is pig
Eat too much and you'll get too big
I'm a joggin man
Runnin' on that treadmill
As fast As I can
This country is way in debt
The license plate read "Trake man" on his blue 'vette
He is a bald guy that works out at the gym
He is fairly buff and I am more slim
I love these dried apricots
I said with a grin
Lord help me not to sin
My therapist she went away
Well I'll be fine and that's okay
We are a nation in debt
A nation that does not respect its vets
I spend my life alone
I like to watch youtube in my home
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
I’d never have
the guts to call
myself a feminist.
Any man that does
is full of ****
ladies.
Men don’t
know anything about
being a woman.
There are two genders.
Or, there are 200.
Either way it doesn’t
matter.
You know what matters
more than anything?
Being cool.
Being a decent human being.
Having self-control.
Accepting that you’re
responsible for what
you say and do.
Treat the girl or guy
of your dreams like
they’re the girl
or
guy of your dreams.
Don’t treat them like
a Corvette or a *********
cheeseburger.
Hey, can I have a ride in
your ‘vette?
No?
Okay.
How about a bite;
just one bite
of that thick,
juicy,
delicious-looking
burger?
No?
Fine.
Thanks anyway.
See?
It’s easy.
If you think it’s
more difficult
than the
aforementioned
examples;
you’ve got to
go.
Bye.
***
-JBClaywell
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Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
I'm sure you've observed it, that thing that they say:
Experience tends to just get in the way.
If I'm in the mood for philosophy talks
I don't go to scholars from Stanford or Ox;
I'll turn right around and go down to the docks
and get some philosophy out of the box.
I don't fool around with those **** engineers;
their time was just wasted to study for years.
I just grabbed a fellow out drinking some beers,
said I needed a rig that is spacious, and yet
can climb like a Willys and turn like a Vette.
He said he'd deliver December the third;
if there was a problem I'm sure I'd have heard.
And if I was feeling some pain pretty keen
from down by my liver or maybe my spleen
I'd talk to a fellow I met at the zoo,
say just cut in here, take a minute or two;
if you see a bad liver you'll know what to do,
and soon I'd be frisking around like a goat
and coming November, you know how I'll vote.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC