sweeping sleek from her regal medallion
gently tapered along to her sexy tail
svelte animal taming testosterone highways
on fat gleaming wide whitewall tires
a hood you could dance on all night
capped her deep-notched two-layered grille
eight classy front lights sculpted into
cool elegant cowls of glistening chrome
tailfins racing with length and flown high
couching dual pairs of red bullet taillights
rear v-grille that echoed the front
topped her bumper-ports bold twin exhausts
mirror-deep black as could ever be black
encased rolled and pleated red leather
hydromantic three-ninety V-8 laid her
twenty-one feet and her near seven beam
had accelerant power to make rockets smile
she gave effortless high-speed smooth cruising
I loved best to drive with her top buttoned down
and a curvy blonde’s hair in the breeze
I always thought she would obliterate all
those new foreign imported nuisances
ugly scurrying rodents just got in my way
though it seems I was damn surely wrong about that
but, man oh man, let me just tell you my friends
what a car! what a year! what a time!
That was amazing; the picture and details are great!
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so glad you enjoyed it
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Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
I really enjoyed the writer’s description of the vehicle in this piece; makes me want one myself. HA!
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appreciate your sharing my poem with your readers
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Both picture and poem are amazing! It’s the kind of thing that makes you think of “better days”, whether those days were better or not, the car makes me lean towards yes, at least in some ways.
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they were better if for no other reason than I was young and healthy
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Now thats a gorgeous car!!!
Perfectly described!!
Cool.
Thank you
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thank you sincerely
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You owned one of these babies?? Best I ever did was a 55 Ford Crown Vic, totally dechromed, bottle green metalic, solenoids to open doors and trunk, lowered with rear fender skirts. And not enough sense to have one picture of her today.
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your Crown Vic sounds superb – no – I wish I did – it belonged to a friend – closest things I had to this vintage were a 60 Impala and a 63 Bonneville
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I especially love the end!
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it seemed to sum it up for me
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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Almost erotic – fine poem.
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they were sexy machines
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Never experienced this either, oh well.
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we each have unique memories
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