• one free verse poem
• one haiku
• one onomatopoeia
• one noxious fume
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fueled by the freedom of the open road
we race our way into the sunset
leaning tightly into curves
wind whipping our hair
our knees tucked
heads down
we rocket
thriving on the thrill of the throttle
embracing the magnificence
living in the moment
not counting time
or keeping track
just being
free
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engine oil changed
grips cleaned tire pressure checked
spring’s highway beckons
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(onomatopoeia)
kick down — kick down — kick down
rest
kick down — kick down
rrrroarrr
rev rev rev rev
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poem, haiku, and onomatopoeia verse by: rob kistner © 2010
Phew
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who knew lovemaking would end
with my lover breaking wind
oh god did that foul stench offend
we’ll not soon make sweet love again
here’s one thing that I’ll be hope’n
if we do the windows open
no refried beans next time we’re flirty
‘cause on a scale of ten that fart’s a thirty
(in tanka form)
our loving did end
when my sweet lover broke wind
a stench to offend
no beans next time we’re flirty
ten scale – that fart’s a thirty
