Posts Tagged ‘Car’
February 28, 2014
How’djah cutcha?/
Burnyah? What car we takin?/
Da truck? Dialect.
Tags:burn, Car, cheesehead, cut, CyranoWriter, dialect, haiku, how'djah, ImproVerse haiku, Kuhns, legacy, Milwaukee Deutsch, Milwaukee dialect, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary poetry, truck, Wisconsin dialect, www.cyranowriter.com
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January 23, 2014
A car swerved and cut/
me off just as Queen sang, loud,:/
“Let him go!” I did.
Tags:bad driver, bohemian rhapsody, Car, cut me off, CyranoWriter, driving, follow, haiku, I did, ImproVerse haiku, Kuhns, Let him go, listen, my lane, obey, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, Queen, radio, revolutionary poetry, sang, singing, swerve, www.cyranowriter.com
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February 16, 2013
I cleaned my car. It/
wasn’t for you, but you would/
not care anyway.
Tags:Car, clean, cleaned my car, CyranoWriter, haiku, ImproVerse haiku, Kuhns, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, www.cyranowriter.com, you would not care
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December 15, 2011
You have a baby /
in your car and almost hit /
me. PLEASE! Stop texting!
Tags:accident, baby, baby on board, Car, car crash, ConTEXTing Haiku, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poet, crash, CyranoWriter, Emotional poetry, haiku, hit, hurting, Kuhns, mother, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, revolutionary contexting Haiku, Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry, revolutionary poetry, stupidity, text message poetry, text messages, texting, texting while driving, www.cyranowriter.com
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July 6, 2011
Cleaning out my car./
Brunch: Melted chocolate wrapped in/
a stale hot dog bun.
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May 19, 2011
Dear Utah Drivers:
The sunrise is grey.
The sunset is grey.
The clouds are grey.
The sky is grey.
The sidewalks are grey.
The streets are grey.
The melting snow is grey.
The landscape is grey.
The rain is grey.
The sound barriers are grey.
Your dirty car is grey.
Your clean car is silver/grey.
You are not saving energy,
nor protecting your battery,
nor sparing electricity,
by driving with your car lights off!
Tags:Car, cloud, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poetry, CyranoWriter, driving, electricity, grey, haiku, Kuhns, lights off, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetic Lament, Poetry, Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poetry, revolutionary poetry, rhythm, save energy, sky, text message poetry, Utah, Utah driver, www.cyranowriter.com
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December 14, 2010
What time and where/
should I bring my carr/
iage to your street,/
you there to meet?/
Or at work?/
Or at the park?
Tags:Car, carriage, ConTEXTing Poem, ConTEXTing Poet, ConTEXTing Poetry, CyranoWriter, Kuhns, meet, park, poems, poet David Kuhns, Poetry, rhyme scheme, romance poetry, romantic, romantic ConTEXTing Poem, romantic poetry, street, text message poetry, text messages, What is a "conTEXTing poem"?, what time, www.cyranowriter.com
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April 20, 2009
smallish auto farts
we beg and ask for riders
stop pollution now
Tags:auto, Car, car pool, farts, haiku, IMprov haiku, IMprov Poetry, Kuhns, poems, Poetry, pollution, revolutionary IMprov poetry, revolutionary poetry
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March 13, 2009
“Dad! You’re F*#ing Crazy!”
“Curl up and die!”
No car is worth that.
Death.
Venom spat.
I’d rather bus or walk
than drive that car again!
I’m not giving in.
They don’t win.
I’m telling them:
take the damn car.
It doesn’t matter!
What makes me sadder
is they don’t know
they haven’t won, but lost.
And at what cost
the tragedy
of stupidity.
I don’t think they know.
Only me.
Tags:bus, Car, ConTEXTing Poem, die, Emotional poetry, hurting, IMprov Poetry, Kuhns, revolutionary poetry, venom spat
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