Best Diesel Poems
He had do fight all odds
A man of unbreakable idealism
Alone with his ideas
A mysterious death at high sea
The truth will never be known
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Gegen alle Widerstände
Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus
Alleine mit seinen Ideen
Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea
Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren
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En lucha contra todas probabilidades
Un hombre de idealismo irrompible
Solo con sus ideas
Una muerte misteriosa en alta mar
La verdad nunca será conocida
Note: Rudolf Christian Karl Diesel, 1858-1913, was a German engineer and the inventor of
the Diesel engine. He spent his youth until 1870 in Paris and surroundings. When being
extradited after the start of the German-French-War in 1870, Diesel and his family left for
London. He as a child travelled alone to Augsburg, Germany were he lived for five years
with his uncle and went to school there. He started studies of mechanical engineering in
1875 in Munich and applied for a patent of a „New and economical power engine“ at the
Emperial Patent-Office in Berlin. From 1908 on he developed the first functional model of
his engine with the financial assistance of the Krupp company. In January 1898 the first
factory for Diesel engines was built in Augsburg, Germany. A Diesel Engine Company was
inaugurated by autumn 1900 in London. The first motor vessels with a Diesel engine were
built in 1903. Diesel was at a state of bad health due to numerous patent-lawsuits. He was
not a good businessman and lost his complete fortune. On September 29th Diesel boarded the
mail-vessel Dresden to cross the Channel for Harwich to participate in a meeting of the
„Consolidated Diesel Manufacturing Ltd.“ in London. He seemed to be in a good manner when
he was last seen on board of the ship. On October 10th 1913 the crew of a Dutch
government pilot ship saw a body drifting in the water at heavy sea. As the body was
highly decomposed, the crew only got hold of some personal belongings (a pastille box,
purse, pocket knife and a spectacle case) which were later identified as Diesel's
belongings by his son Eugen. The real cause of his death was never clarified and his
dependants never believed in suicide, but in murder to steal Diesel's ideas. So his death
is still remains a mystery.
The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when...
If you’re thinking meek is weak, you might be wrong.
We all know "peace and love" kind of people.
Check out their fuel you will learn that they’re strong
They do not argue what's good with what's evil.
“Meek” combusts from inside, working hard and long;
I’ve discovered that meekness runs on diesel.
Humility's patina shines from within.
written Jan 30, 2017, edited Jun 30, 2018
He pulled into Birmingham, one cold,November day,
Having just come down from "Tulsey town" and Memphis by the way.
Time to call in to locate his next load;
"There's one I see in Tallahassee; better hit the road".
Gotta keep his big rig rollin',and hummin' out a truckers tune;
Whether he's hauling goods; or steel,or wood, they want it there by noon.
Sure, the economy's slow and those diesel prices continue to soar
But he,and his trucker friends,are all mighty men, with that pedal to the floor.
His days are long, and his nights are spent alone,
'Cause he has rent to pay--and that's okay-- his lovely wife is waiting at home.
He never knows where next he'll go;
Perhaps he's the trucker bound for Winnemucca--or Taos New Mexico.
When at last, his working week is through,
And he's on his own, heading home, his life begins anew.
His hometown lights are up ahead;only twenty miles to go!
After driving hard, he sees his yard, and the dear family he loves so.
The children flock to bestow their tender hugs and kisses;
He loves them all-when did they get so tall?- and then he greets the Mrs.
This is Wednesday, the night for midweek prayer.
His Sisters and Brothers,the Pastor and the others, all rejoice to see him there.
Through worship and prayer, he is renewed to face those long,lonely rides.
Yep, this hard-working American man,criss-crosses this land, with Jesus by his side.
He awaits the Lord's return and listens for that Trumpet Call!
On his final run, when his earthly work is done, then he will make his greatest haul.
For he's shared his faith at the local Seven-Eleven,
And in countless other places,countless other faces,will join his trip to heaven.
God gives each of us a specific call;
Will we reach the lost at any cost?-or will we forfeit all?
My hat is off to those 'good ol'gear-jamming boys'
Who speak to everyone they see, about true love and peace, while walking in God's pure joy!
Charlie Pelota HSLP
Face well worn, Graying hair,
Marlboro in his mouth.
Clay-dirt boots, dusty hat,
Bologna from a sack.
Tastes of nicotine and diesel,
he can’t spit it out.
The old man makes his living
on a caterpillars back.
A diesel fitter was on twitter,
He said, "We make leggings with glitter!"
When they are done
He is the one
Who then says, "Oh yeah, diesel fitter!"
Diesel spray for Christmas
Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke
On isthmus
They laughed out loud
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
You're ploughed
Watch out!
Charma evokes.
Flout~
Diesel spray for Christmas
Though on emotions 'bout to choke
Flout~~
Daddy drove a truck
I'm a trucker's son
I'll be driving eighteen wheelers
'til my trucking days are done
Momma lives for trucks
looking good under the hood
born in a cab
I have trucking in the blood
and it takes air brakes truck stops
weigh stations too
pedal to the metal
coming on through
fired up wired up shifting gears
running on caffeine
it's music to my ears
I have a yearning
to hear those engines burning
rolling down the road
to the sound of wheels turning
hit the highway as day's dawning
I love the smell of diesel in the morning