Blacked out window tint
Matte black paint and flames
Red leather steering wheel
crimson seats with his name
Muffled roar unleashed
that engine really purrs
and it jumps off the road
when you're giving it the spurs
Twelve hundred muscled horses
putting down to the rears
got an electric transmission
and six forward gears
Music assault from speakers
high decibels pouring out
You hardly hear what's said
even though he shouts
"Come ride with me this night
we'll tear up every street
In my chariot to Hell
Come ride with me, My Sweet!"
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Chariot to Hell
The Devils own chariot no doubt. Who wouldn't want a ride in this chariot so well described. It reminded me of a poem I once wrote "Black Hearse" but of course that one that was not a 'hot rod ' to Satanic specifications. And this chariot is going to a unique destination as well "Hell". What a ride!
Such a great poem I can almost hear the engine turning over to the thumping of the speakers or see the blood colored upholstery with the red leather steering wheel. What a feel!
Great Poem. I really enjoyed it.
Poets Hand
Hannah
Thank you...
If you enjoyed this one, you might like another like kind of like it? Search out "Racing Nights". ~ Geezer.
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All of this
Is fantastic!! Sounds like my kind of ride!! Excellent choice of music as my muse joins him for a ride.
Yeah
Cuz it’s a Clutch song. Lol
Lol
Exactly!
Yeah...
I felt like I should leave the music optional and let people decide what they wanted to hear. I'll bet they had a great time!
Who wants to say Mosh? LoL
~ Geez.
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Me!!!
I'll give the devil a run for his money
Corrections
Muffled roar (un)leashed
his engine really purrs
but it jumps off the road
when you're giving it the spurs
And
Music assault from speakers
high (decibels) pouring out
You hardly hear what's said
even though he shouts
Decibels always gets me. What’s worse is the abbreviation dB. You’re in good hands when it comes to the science of sound.
Another great job
Tim
Thank you Tim...
I was not going for the full Monty in those lines
I wanted to project the idea that he was keeping it underwraps
until securing a passenger; but ya know what? Screw that!
He's out for a great time and he's not holding back! Sic'em Killer!
The car, by the way is somewhat truth. I had a '63 Ford Galaxie 500 with a HO 351
Hooker headers, 4 BBL Holly, dual Mallory ignition 4spd.
Not blk, it was Bronze with red interior.
Thanks for the ideas. ~ Geez.
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dear Geezer,
this is brilliant! I love the whole poem! some great writing done here!
*love & hugs, Cat
*ever, eddy
I knew you...
would be one of those up for a night on the town! It's fun when you go out with someone and have no expectations, other than a rocking good time! Glad you enjoyed. ~ Geez.
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Gee
I suggest stay back here
send all others to HELL
AT YOUR COSTS
NEOPOETS need you here
do you hear....
No!
Com'on...
old dude! I know you still got some rocking in you! Killer will bring you back by dawn! You know you want to go! ~ Geez.
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Dearest Bro
First off Tim had some great suggestions.
I think is is an awesome poem. I love it when you write like this.
Thanks for the wild ride to hell.
Love and higgliest bugs Sis xox
Thanks Sis...
Every once in a while, Killer just wants to go tear up some streets and party hearty! You know, you are always invited! Whatever music you want! Fireball whiskey with no hangover or lasting effects. [Hey, if you're going to write fantasy, do it right]. Which means I won't have a migraine, you won't have any med issues, and everyone goes home safe and sound just as the sun comes up. What could be better than that? Love ya Sis, Higgest bugs. ~ Geez.
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