Best Cargo Poems
"Burning Bushes Treacherous Cargo"
They say hell
is on fire
but there in
The Lawrence Forest
exist many,
burning bushes
waiting on deliverance
delivering messages,
hidden shadow angels
waiting for their
Bardo exodus
they are
allowed to
come and go
but they are
drawn back
to their torched
habitats
like moths
to flames
their footprints
scorch the missing years
in the desert sand,
the place of the great undoing,
and through that wilderness
broken they glide across
the slippery mossy passages
towards the banks of Styx
waiting at the River’s edge
with tokens for the
Elysium visits
twin flames
lost souls
for once
and all
clearly see
the other
for what
the other is
you will not see
them clearly
unless
the match
is well lit,
they carry
their own light
in the shadows
they shapeshift
a staggered procession
they come and go
exchanging contracts
where sentences
are despatched;
the words
with a life
of their own
are released
like promises
in the flow,
returning in the
wake of the boat
the Ferryman
takes them
journeying
through
strange channels
deep and unclear
towards
the most clear
and shallow
some will say
treacherous -
cargo
transferred
back to below
so above
back to above
so below
burning bushes
treacherous cargo
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
cargo, dark, journey, mystery,
Form:
Narrative
The sea rose up to kiss the sky
crashed down upon the ship
then tossed it high
like some baby with a new toy.
The slaves emerged blinking
in the harsh light on deck
Their chains for ever linking
their ultimate fate.
Suddenly the chain pulled tight
and sliding and screaming
The slaves without a fight
slipped into their watery grave .
So who is to blame
for this merciless deed?
Just a false insurance claim
paid for those lost at sea!
Based upon the true story of slave traders drowning their slaves. In order to claim the
insurance that could only be paid out for those lost at sea. As dramatised in Turner's
painting of a slave ship.
Six
Categories:
cargo, holidaylost, lost,
Form:
Run a way truckers
abandoning trucks and loads
serious problem
Categories:
cargo, travel,
Form:
Haiku
Commodities.
Packed up
Wedged together
Shut out from light and air,
Little creatures indifferent to life or death
Stacked.
Branded.
Horrified
Of what comes
With the open door.
Looking for the first opportunity
To Leap
Escape
This intolerable life.
The Mass grave
Of a two-dimensional reality.
Categories:
cargo, business, fear, girl, life,
Form:
Free verse
The Sinking of the Cargo Ship, El Faro
The Bible, itself, speaks of the men of the world that go down to the sea in ships
because notably, they see the Hand of God move more than we all,
For in the midst of a storm, these seafaring men cry out with all of their might
to God, Who alone can calm the waters when He hears their fearful call.
What started as a pleasant voyage and one they thought
that they would remember until the day that they died,
became a horrendous nightmare of gigantic proportions
one that took their breath away and caused these strong men to cry.
For unexpectedly they all heard a dreadful loud noise that
they had never heard before which caused the ship’s engines to come to a screeching halt,
franticly they tried over and over again to fix the problem to get back underway
yet they were not able to accomplish it at no one’s, again I say at no one’s fault.
To top this all off, suddenly the wind picked up the waves to 30 and up to 40 feet high or more
and tossed this small ship like a toy in the hands of a child round and round,
the crew wondering if they had to abandon ship would it be at all possible
in a storm like this to be found?
Then wailing was heard from the Captain, himself
as he repeatedly said, “My friends, what have I done”, he cried,
“Why I have plotted a course so close to this storm
and now, our engines, they to have died”!
Yet, some of the men began to remember at last
how their parents had taught them to pray,
but when they had left their homes and went out on their own
they forgot about God till this day.
Lastly, though I cannot be sure and say with certainty
yet I believe most, if not all were eternally saved,
for I believe that these seafaring men called out to the Lord of the storm
and are now in Heaven because He saved them that day!
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
November 9, 2015
Categories:
cargo, storm, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
The sidewalk stretched for miles
that concrete roadside line.
It swerved and curved,
and dipped and rose.
Alongside U.S. 29.
We knew each crack, and every hole.
and every bump and drain.
Knew when to coast the downhills
and when to grind the chain.
Our bikes gave us our freedom.
We rolled and strolled and went
to every little country store
where dimes and nickels spent.
We'd gather up five bottles
to equal one thin dime.
And that was always just enough
For RC-Cola time.
Those carefree days of riding
when ne'er a danger stood.
To school and towns and ball fields,
most any place we could.
Those days seem gone forever,
for evil now abounds.
It's hiding in the night air.
It lingers on the grounds.
So listen children, stay alert.
Be careful; don't far go.
For you're our hope and future,
our sweet, precious cargo.
Most precious, priceless cargo.
Categories:
cargo, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
Not entering among those sterile walls
your mind is firmly resolute with decision
not wanting to be cutted
you are leaving your life
in hands of earth
but will you be wise enough
to ask her a right questions
determined enough
to hear the answers
I know you are afraid
not feeling your body as your own anymore
it is still your body
and those cuts maybe aren't happiest solution
they are definite one
I know you are afraid
feeling is well known
like you are broken
damaged
devoided from fitting in socially constructed frame of 'normal'
but normal is social construction
receptive for modifications
your body isn't all of you
it is that perfect cloak for your soul
and cloak has that habit to become worn out
needing some repairs
there is nothing stigmatic about that
here ... take my hand
let's be labeled
together
we'll wear that yellow badge
despite their bigotry
don't be afraid
and don't let your ego choose instead of you
tired of departures, yet
aware that you have your own path
I'll esteem your decisions
because I love you
please don't die on me
Categories:
cargo, family,
Form:
Free verse
The clouds are dark
Beneath the sky
My tears are black
I won’t ask why
The rain falls back
I start to sigh
This burden rock
I can’t defy
I’m always mock
Even they lie
Have no such luck
With that one guy
He mess me up
I can’t deny
My heart is lock
Until I die
Categories:
cargo, depression,
Form:
Free verse
Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.
Friedrick Schiller
We are now used to accept that money
Is our gods, and getting it is pure honey.
I bought a cargo vessel that would make me rich
And docked it in a port where I'd find no hitch.
Soon enough the ship was full of dark containers
All painted black, I got fine hefty retainers.
All dark containers are fitted for safety's sake,
But at night some grey cargo was due to break.
The cargo master paid the port manager his due,
Papers exchanged who dared say what was true or untrue?
The cargo ship left its moorings despite a storm warning
It headed out to sea and the top containers fell in the morning.
The cargo captain ordered the ship to sail back
The ship was soon moored in its track.
The insurance was called to assess the damages.
How funny the captain was covered with bandages.
Thus the heinous plan worked to perfection,
The captain was lauded for his protection.
The lost containers were never found.
The captain now rich left onto the ground.
No one cared when later tons of fish were found dead.
Beneath the depth of the sea, the chemicals had long spread.
18 July 2021
Categories:
cargo, sea, storm,
Form:
Couplet
"Compassionate Cargo"
in the chapel of my heart compassion reigns
extending helping hand to less fortunate
sharing tender love touches souls steeped in pain
causes smiles to emerge, releasing regret
compassion for creation caresses hearts
implanting words show care to grow fruitful starts
creation hungers for sincere open doors
to quench thirst through understanding inner cores.
Categories:
cargo, hope,
Form:
Rispetto
A sojourn in the sleep,
Led me to the valley deep,
I passed through forest thick,
And high hills and crests,
Along with a saintly guide whom I never knew.
I was led to the front of a cave,
With a huge arched entrance,
It seemed a long dark channel
Connecting to the other zone.
I saw men of massive size,
Entering into and pouring out;
They resembled chimpanzees more than the human figures.
All dressless, and moved with uncovered limbs,
With no sense of shame or disgrace.
Then I saw descending from the steps,
Men and women, all naked,
With cargoes upon their backs.
The loads were not of timber but of logs of men,
Bundled in bundles,
With no eyes, no noses and no ears;
And without extremities.
They were too abominable to see,
Their sable shaved boneless bodies
Limbered as they walked.
The weights were inseparable;
They dragged where they moved.
The saintly guide who brought me at the spot,
Whispered into my ears the secret,
“They are the sinners;
Pulling the loads of their willful wrongs,
And the chimpanzee-men,
Their attendants, employed to watch,
Lest they should have a rest.”
Categories:
cargo, fantasy, mystery, visionary, me,
Form:
Didactic
Why is it that when you send something by CAR, it's called a SHIPment,
but when you transport something by SHIP, CARgo is how it's sent?
Categories:
cargo, on writing and words
Form:
Rhyme
The hull of the boat was full
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
To clamp the irons on brother
Lying so close to each other
The stink in the hull was death
To clamp the irons on brother
The boat moving pitching beneath
Lying so close to each other
They used a tool
The stink in the hull was death
The hull of the boat was full
Categories:
cargo, black african american, education,
Form:
Pantoum
I felt nerves standing in my way, both nervous and excited at the same time
I started opening my mouth confirming a permanent visitor our home would welcome
A friend who would be carried as a precious cargo
I became speechless and breathless, overwhelmed with excitement
I could not even form words or express them
I expected this for a long time, but with everything that I have been through my expectations couldn’t have an expression of happiness
For I wished this cargo to be carried would be sudden
For I wished anything less than this cargo to be prepared for
In a life I have, seeing and experiencing growth is amazing
This is a dream come true!
I have had my failures as much as my successes, but one thing is certain, that love will be easy like a smile as patient and mild
That adjusting to 2am cries will be as natural as the lazy naps I take having to deal with late night feedings
This is excitement and nerves
Something that will make me hesitant yet bold
With this precious cargo, Daddy and I are going to be a family and will have our baby to hold
Poet
Masego Nkuna
Categories:
cargo, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
I ride in the morning my cargo as preciouse as the sun
I think about my cargo and where I must take it
And how careful I must be on each run
My cargo is rare in fact they're the only two
No price could ever own them
No trade would ever do
And yet it is here I bring them
And entrust them to your care
You polish my preciouse cargo
So very finely, I can barely stand the glare
What is my preciouse cargo
And who polishes them so well
They are my darling daughters
And their teachers who teach them well
Categories:
cargo, caregiving, life
Form: