Over the fence into the junkyard they fled
"Oh what hunks of junk" she said
He said "No they're not they're marvelous machines
In days long gone they'd glisten & gleam
Long ago their engines would purr
And the seats were covered in the finest leather
Oh how their headlights did once shine
Before they reached this junkyard shrine
Their chromium bumpers so shiny & smooth
And their radios playing rock 'n' roll tunes"
"Gee" she said "I just didn't think
That these scraps of metal were worth anything
But I guess that even in their rusted glory
They most definitely tell a story
Of years gone by and ages past
Who ever thought that they would last
As long as they indeed have so far
They really are prime exaples of the motor car
Nikk_stars©

The wind whistles a brisk tune
among the branches of the trees.
Meadow Maidens in grass skirts
sway with the warm breeze.
The rays of the Sun caressing
Our tired and corroding bodies.
Tantalizing the presence of
antiquated chromic smiles.

Afternoon ..... Mr. Harrison Ford
handsome and intriguing as ever ... I see.
H-Frame bent.... as You forged onward
fulfilling the Raider's Needs .....finding the Lost Arc.

Good to see You Ms. Casandra Cadillac.
Adorned with baby's breath and array of wild flowers
delicately arranged around Your ingenue body.
As One reminisces traveling to Starlette "Opening nights" of the past.

TeXaNCuRtSeY Mr. Dodge Ram... gallantly tip Your hat to the Lady's.
Bowing deeply ....a GentleMan's bow to the Gents.
Tac and other Rodeo gear carelessly thrown in the back.
telling TALL tales of dusty traveled trails of a CowBoy.

Laughing at Father Time...brushing back trestles with highlights from Heaven.
Seems like I've always been JUST Sandra Chevy...with a family of four.
Diapers to change .....scraped knees to kiss...and certified Chauffeur
Soccer games...Scout overnighters...and miles to travel before I sleep.

SOOoo once again We the "AUTObon" Society meet.
Sharing Our Travel Tales of Our motoring past.
Lets raise a glass of vintage Havoline...and toast.
Together once again Our TALL Tales travel Us aimlessly down the road.

No longer do Our tred's circum Route 66......YET
Rains come and wash Our Souls....cleansing US to an imaginary new.
Sun Rays warms each of our stone cold hearts ....jumpstarting Our motors.
"AUTObon" Society.... Ghosts of Vagabond Days take to the Open highways of life.
LongLeggedTxn©

What appears to some as junk
have become treasures to find
restoration may be intense
but the preservation of an era gone
will make it worth the time.
From rebuilding the engine
to polishing the shiny chrome bumpers
piece by piece, dream by dream
nostalgic times of yesteryear
reborn as old becomes new again.

Radio crooning on an afternoon drive
dressed to perfection in our Sunday best
a hankerchief for wiping smudges
admiring glances always returned
with a proud smile and a nod.

Can almost imagine the ragtime
ladies with feathers in a headband
tassles of beads covering their dress
swishing with each movement
hoping they don't scratch the paint.

Gathering for a town picnic
family and friends, kids playing
the men lingering near the cars
each showing off the latest trends
rich leather upholstry, white walled tires.

Golden oldies set the mood in the shop
preservation of memories in progress
the history of our yesteryears reborn
in what appears on the surface to be
just a few rusty old cars.
Daisy©

Years ago I had arrived
On this earth, upon this land
Put here by God knows who or what.
Years passed, and my scars can tell
of the sins that were delivered upon me.
-The two young lovers, urgent in their desire,
Left their mark upon me.
-The family who used me for their picnic,
Blanket spread on the ground in front of me.
-The photos that spoke of my newness, long ago,
Adorning the walls of homes.

Oh sure, the others once like me, that now surround me,
were all just as formidable as I,
and who should take a second look AT ME?

There was a time when I was MOST impressive.
Full of life and newness,
And I imagined everyone admiring my magnificence.

Sure, an accident would have shortened my usefulness,
And came very close once,
But somehow managed to escape the fire of '72.

And now, I'm left to rot, here in this field,
While my view is impeded,
By a rusty graveyard of OLD CARS!!!

These are supposed to be my golden years?!

Can't a tree just be left alone, to live it's years unhindered??
. . .Sigh. . .
solar©

old cars bring back a memory
of visits to far away relatives
did we want to see?
hearing the ball game,
in a cloud of pall mall
tucked in beneath the windows
feeling small
will the bickering ever cease?
will we get there in one piece?
open a window for a breeze
will my stomach bear this tease?
my head in a continunal spin
oh where is the dramamine?
crying....whining
which bag is it in?
MiNN©

May I share with you a story,
a tale of a mystery unsolved.
It happened in the 30's,
not a single body was found.
They say a lovers quarrel,
that started in the woods.
It ended with such sorrow,
under a pickup hood.

The gentleman drove a plymouth,
a late model 39.
The lady had a pickup,
a chevy of a greenish lime.

Together the cars were parked,
nestled amongst the trees.
Many miles they were far,
enjoying the sunset breeze.

She was a woman of honor,
divorced from a jealous man.
He didn't want to leave her,
she did what she only can.

They say this jealous man,
committed this horrible crime.
He avenged to take her hand,
no matter where she hides.

His hudson a four door coop,
the color a reddish orange.
With blood upon the hood,
hair on the drivers hinge.

And the Chevy that she drove,
had hair upon the seat.
A blanket was neatly fold,
on the floor down near the feet.

The plymouth her lover had,
his keys were on the dash.
In the back seat was a sack,
of 3000 dollars in cash.

The investigator was puzzled,
a headlight was cracked and broke,
Not just on the plymouth,
but also the chevies was gone.

To this day they never found,
the bodies of the victims.
They searched this ghostly ground,
and came up with only reasons.

Some say it was the rage,
of a jealous tempered man
She divorced him from his cage,
and finally made her stand.

Others feel the lovers,
they fought of reasons unknown,
The man used the blanket cover,
and stop her last breath blown.

Not a single body was found,
all three of them did perish.
The cars in the forest were found,
the end of this Triangle Marriage
T.A.S.(poeticer)©

Hey Lover!
You came back...?
Oh gee
And me
Not lookin'
My best...
I miss you...
AL...
Hey Lover!
Don't cry...!
Remember
When...?
Or perhaps not
Just as well
You left me
When you did...

Me?
Oh..I'm OK..
I guess..?
I have my
Circle
Of friends...
But I miss
Your
Lovers touch...
Smile...

Why do I
Cry...?
Naaa...I can't
I have no heart
Remember...?
You took that too
When you left
Me here
Alone...
I'm sorry
I didn't mean that...

Hows your new
Automatic...?
Lover...?
No...!!! Well...?
Smile
What do you
Expect...?
They dont
Make 'em
Like they used to...

Yeah...sure...!
Sit here as
Long as you
Like...
I'm not going
No place...
Well..not
Tonite anyways..
My Autom@ic Lover...
AutomaticLover2000©

old, decrepit, useless
the life sucked out of you
one time shiny and bright
now you're up the wahzoo
once a family's pride
took dad to work
mom ran errands
all, rode to the park

then you were scrap, made into
planes, flown by naive heroes,
the bad guys, who killed
the good guys from their zeroes

again you were scrap
melted down, liberty ships,
we're gonna save the world
get out the guns and whips

then it was over, hallelujah
prepare ye now for your new role
assembly lines going once more
and junk you'll be, on the knoll

O long before Bobby Jarvik,
eons after that first transplant,
adams rib into eve's chest
you have a new cause, a new slant

there, behind a fence, on a hill
sitting, waiting to share
a seat, a door, a wheel rim.
what would we do sans a spare

lets offer thanks to mr ford
cause without his invention
you'd be totally useless
now we have your benefaction

just like a liver or a heart
if you bury them with the dead
what good does it do there
when someone can use it instead

i wonder if the reason we call
a place of junk a graveyard
is because of all the bodies,
cars and people, we discard
b.eniii©

Broken shells of ghostly cars;
Tho' cursed in life by those who said they cared;
Yet washed and polished with metal souls...
But who cares now in this hell hole;
If they lived or died;
Just as long as they served...

This pile of metal;
Of broken glass and diesel derv;
This rotting, rusting heap of scrap...

Is just as well;
'Tis forgotten;
In this Meta-Hell...
Galadhriel©

Today
might be
yesterday
or tomorrow
I have to
look at
a calendar
to be
sure
SunRay-©

Here I set rusting like some old heap
in a clump of scratchy pine.
There was a time my horn would beep
and my motor ran just fine.
Abandoned by those I loved the most
in the prime of my own time.
Left behind like some gray ghost
in the underbrush and slime.

Left only now with memories
of pleasant days gone by.
But looking back brings miseries
as alone I sit and cry.
Myerse©

rust in peace
We were all once shiny machines
from bumper to bumper brand new
Our chrome mirrored our reflecting sheens
and our payments made when due.
We always stayed washed and polished
and we were kept with that new car smell
Driven slowly to not be demolished
where those days went no one can tell.

We're retired now into this graveyard
can't recall the last time we were gassed
Just because our motors were running hard
and state inspections just couldn't be passed.

We can't remember when we had our last tuneup
our sparkplugs changed or regapped
Our timing was off and then soon up
not even worth getting our tires recapped.

So all of our tires are now rotten
and no one will lube us with grease
We have been left here and forgotten
so I guess we'll all just rust in peace.
GRIZZ©

Old cars remind me of
my childhood in the Barrio
and dad’s classic Buick
that I rode in the one time
it ran since I was born
and the ‘57 Chevy
like the one the
Mod Squad drove
that ran down the ditch

or the old black Cadillac
that stored his collection
of girlie magazines
and how I sat on hot
summer days staring
like any kid would do
even if they were only
naked women

Old cars remind me
of summer days and
plain white bread dipped in
lots of watered down
Kool Aid

or playing kick ball
back and forth across
the street with James
my elementary
love interest

or sitting quietly in the back yard
waiting for a mouse to
spring the trap
we set under the dog house
and the swings not creaking

or lying on my back daydreaming
in the grass counting stars
and wishing on the first one
for something I can’t recall

Nothing stirs my memories more
than old cars
Caramel Queen©

Hollowed out emptiness;
Feelings of remorse;
Rusted metal, grinding,
Severing life's course.
Used and abused, lonely;
Vitality smothered away.
Journey closing gradually
No reasons left to stay.
World of unknown pleasures,
Full of never suspecting pains,
Along this lone highway,
Tarnished by the rains.
Death, loudly treads,
Knocking at the door;
All essence taken away,
Seemingly destroyed

Once so audacious,
Full of vigor and warmth;
Now dying hopelessly,
Waiting out the storms.
Death, be not so bold,
Although this journey descends.
The grave, grim and dark,
Not yet to be a friend.

Spirit renewed...
Could it ever be?
Hope lingers near,
Whispering in the trees.
Death, not allowed,
Life will continue on,
Even if only in the melody
Of a lonely, sad song.
angelqueen©

We turn our heads to watch,
As they roll along,
'40 Ford Flat-head V-8,
Even the name sounds strong.
'56 Chevy,
Mustang, Corvette,
Stutz Bearcat, Model-T,
Elegant, you bet!

Some traveled down
Route 66.
Remember when streets
Were paved with bricks?

Oh, the images they conjure,
The things they have seen.
Astronauts, penicillin,
Wars, Velcro, Silly String.

Sure, time has left,
Its dents and rust.
But heavy gauge metal,
Makes a body you trust.

Graceful curving fenders,
Running boards and towering grill,
Pioneers enduring,
Time's long upward hill.

As far as the road leads them,
Onward they will drive,
Saying,"Been there. Done that.
Fixed a flat. We'll survive."

In larger letters every year,
It's written in my book,
Old cars like old people,
Deserve a second look.
Theophilus©

Many cars end in a lonely field
Whispers of wonderful dreams they yield
Happy times in a rumble seat
Sipping soda what a treat
Out on a moonlit night
Necking and holding each other tight
They seem to say in their way
It is not what goes on today.
Then there's the other side
An era of Bonnie and Clyde
Who went on many a ride
Shooting it out until they died
With all the happenings of past years
Those nifty cars bring back memories and tears.
pixierose©

Packard dinosaurs varoom!
Memories of the Rainbow Room
Dapper tuxedos and glamour gals
Family trips to carnivals
War time rations, The U.S.O.
Driving down to the picture show
Your shiny new car for all to see
"Hey you, Joneses! Look at me!"
Odometers clocking suburban mile
Cruising nature roads in style
Shining chrome and U.S. steel
Rolling rubber, speed and peal
Then chicken races, teen hijinx
Rock and Roll heaven backseat <winks>
Huffing and puffing then finally done
A long-lived life of highway fun
Now I lay me down to sleep
One of many in junkyard heap
'Though now a skeleton of steel
Look at me, you still can feel
The miles upon miles of Life's glory
Packed in a Packard's history
-Romantic-at-Heart-©

Pale winds,
Scratching dirt,
Staring into the eyes,
of a cold heart.

1950s,
Preppies cold with their money,
clothes,
and cheap attitudes.

Greasers,
Attitude, Honorable,
Arrogance gets them far,
As long as they win.

Now we've all heard of this game,
2 cars,
1 cliff,
My gawd, honor wuz at stake.

"Gentlemen, are you ready?"
Cold hearts gripping tightly to the steering wheel.
"Let's do it",
Engines roar.

Black as night,
Honor like ice.
Feet on the petals.
Crowds roaring.

Wild at heart,
Flag is up,
Graveyard heaven,
here we come.

The roar becomes louder,
The flag is dropped.
Tires screetching towards the cliff,
that would change their lives forever.

Thoughts racing,
Gas pumping,
Cliff approaching,
... neither jumped.

They cared more about honor.
_Jason21_©

Many come by ask me why
Why do I keep you?
Old, abandoned, rusty
Good-for-nothing, eyesore of a car
They see you now
But I see a life together

You were our first new car
So beautiful
You shined and sparkled
Oh how we loved to take you everywhere
Friday and Saturday night dates
Cruising the streets
Hanging out at the steak shop
Picnics on Sunday, and
Weekends at the shore

When I see you
I don't see what the years have done to you
Each time I see you, my heart smiles
Bringing back memories
Of a life my wife and me shared
We were partners since our teens
Never separated for close to 55 years

We saw and shared so much
Love, tears, depression, war
Children and beautiful grandkids
Our souls were joined
I am so lost without her
I know she is waiting for me

So you see
How could I ever get rid of you?
Or see only the rusted and tarnished shell
Inside is a life of beauty, with a shell that is aged
You have shared a life with us
You remind me of the love-of-my-life
You are a part
Of Our Life Together
crystar©

Like old men on a country porch
They sit like graying ghosts
Blind, lame and missing teeth
In their day they ruled the roads

They fulfilled some young men's dreams
While collecting memories like miles
Now they stand in the shade of a tree
with grilles in perpetual smiles

The paint shows faded glory
The headlights lost their gleam
It's the ending of the story
Hot engines no longer scream

They remind us of the ages
and the toll life takes on youth
Like tattered books with rumpled pages
you can see their history of use
WarriorPoet©
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