Best Firetruck Poems

A little girl I stand, awakened early morning hour.
The sound of shuffles preparing, for coffee one will scour.

Muffled voice all too familiar, for only one it could be.
Dads words saying, “I Love You”, In the next morning I will see.

Pulling out of the drive-way, swiftness...

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It wouldn't be Christmas unless there's lots of snow,
Nor would it be Christmas without sprigs of mistletoe!
What would Christmas be without jolly old Saint Nick,
And Ralphie's "A Christmas Story", that all-time classic flick!

What would Christmas be without a tree with shining lights,
And carolers singing "Silent...

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The Lord gives us so many blessings. I am lucky to have him on my side.

 I woke tired, not too motivated to do much. I use my age for my slowness, I guess a crush. I did walk Peanut my dog a few times,...

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                He's trying out that new-fangled deep fryer for Super Bowl 


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Ma came in my room and put a pair of shoes on my feet
It was hard to say if we would be returning so we should prepare to leave 
She took my hand and walked me through smoke and past the fire 
To see the...

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*A true story.  If you don’t like this, please ignore, because I will delete any rude comments.

As the Christmas season approaches with the new fresh fallen snow,
And there are thoughts of pretty scenes, nativity and wreathes we know,
As well as Santa bringing happiness and...

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can we demean a mean word?
can we abrogate its mean intent?
who can voice the "n" word?
you know the one I mean
rhymes bigger but it's Not

some people of a pigment
take great offense at it
while their bro's say it raps
with heart an' appreciation
denouncing a whitish oppression

an anatomical...

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Heavy is my soul
its hard to breathe
i tore out the bricks of the fire place
and in the room prior
i ripped up dirty magazines
crupling protsest
so the witches and voices and gods 
would forgive me

I've cried for years
of the perfect crime 
I never got away with
A mental...

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Feel like a prostitute, only used at night

Never appreciated, I don't think its right

People make use of me with little thought at all

Without me they'd be in the dark, could trip or fall

 

Never worry about me, couldn't care if I'm hurting

But! don't they complain...

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Santa arrived on our street yesterday
spewing considerable exhaust
while riding atop a parade of firetrucks and vans,
floodlit like a nativity display at night,
full sirens and blaring Christmas carols
competing for my Fetal Alcohol daughter's rapt attention.

Santa rolls at stately parade pace,
while ever more impatiently
my troubled daughter jumps...

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Home from the sea

The night in the hallway paled into a yellowish screen
showing a black& white home- movie ca. 1963
a memory time machine had sent him back to his years
of youth to meet people long since gone.
A family sat around a dinner table with people...

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geese fall migration 
firetruck Waaaaaahhhhhhh   echos
dense smoke bellows...

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Everyone waits for another great performance
at the world-famous circus that attracts huge crowds,
and the star is none other that the fire shooter:
dark-aired, good-looking and tall with a charming laughter.


Some child under ten might be afraid when his mouth seems to suddenly explode,
but his mom holds...

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I drive as if the rest of the vehicles are speeding bullets
because in truth they can be, except they might do more damage.
I drive defensively with my window cracked about an inch.
I do not want to be surprised when a firetruck cuts my car in...

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Joanne jumps like a deranged jack rabbit, my grandma said.
I have seen her leap over sofas, cars, and a firetruck red.
Her legs are longer than your Dad’s or Uncle Ed.
She hops over skyscrapers, my confused grandma said....

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