Best Carting Poems

We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls, few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting small...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon the road, do not permit a set routine,
When it comes to dining regular, on healthy style cuisine.	

If there’s time I’ll...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in 
Oxons streets so spill!
Where Great Alfred strove to drive out...

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Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in the derelict mansion of my heart

He wasn’t the Socrates, yet...

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Devotion  Poem - Our Dance       (For Jim)

           
You are the first and last poems
    God wrote for me.
You are the sparkler
    I...

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Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie
They color me bad, 
with a black face, felt pen Sharpie
Vanilla voices downright don’t like
the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie
They say I’m way too uppity,
don’t know what my proper place be
Snow cone hats say they gon have...

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Dirranbandi River

Dirranbandi river,  grows the cotton,
Waiting for the rains to come,
Dig into the sandy bottom, 
Fill your bucket, water some,

Three years of drought,
And then the flood it comes,
Brown snakes are swimming all about,
See the Sand Goannas run,

Get the sheep to the higher ground,
Drown it...

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Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being in the slammer. She'd shot the louse in the stomach and he had lived, fortunately for her. I never tired...

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 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
                                  
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Present, but not independent, 
Of societal flows, expectations, 
Not understanding sisterhood, 
Out with reachability and love. 

Together with a voice each, 
But screeching sometimes, 
In a soft note or look away, 
Fondling community law. 

Hard for me, but it’s ok, 
As we all exist existentially,...

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In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil,
I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will,
but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me ‘gob’
although it meant that very soon I wouldn’t have a...

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I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan.
I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone,
to be courting a disaster if I take a major road,
with no brake lights or blinkers and no cover on the load.

I took...

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The smell of joy
Filled the atmosphere
Painting the maidens
With “Uli” designs

Footsteps of music
Traverse the square
Moulding youthfulness
Into ecstatic gods

Waters, dancers of death
Flood the arena
Carting enroute
All to the earth’s bosom


Ezenwuba, Uche...

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How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces

Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of Thy Breathes
In Thy Kisses Merrily Must I Drink
Of A Rare...

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Within the sketch of a house top my hair laid.
In bewilderment on the street I saw a disarrayed
feet for the clarion's call.
Not in honour of a man in metallic monster for life
restore or death gain.
Nor the second coming could uplift anxiety for our
bones to lay...

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