Best Laid Back Poems
In my eighteen wheeler rolling, I am like a salmon fish in the rapids shoaling! Spawn’s flowing
next generation’s showing! Black smoke a rolling from smoke stack.
I am laid back, I don’t snort crack, I take time to stop and get some java black, and hit
sleeper sack! I don’t let my mind get out of whack!
Even my cb handle is, ‘Laid Back’, I acquired the name way back, in driving school, I live
good life jack!
“Laid Back”, my cb handle on the radio, and my 460 Cummins an’t slow, she’ll blow and go,
she climbs Cabbage mountain in a snow, “good buddy, come back!”
I hear drama queen, playing her scene, on cb radio, her sultry voice saying, “I am Back!”
Inviting me to stop at a TA travel stop, telling me what all kind of food they got, I tell her I
am already late, can’t stop!” Been there, done that, all they got is slop!
Again I hear drama queen, cussing a stream, saying, "you’re the lying-est S.O.B. I’ve ever
seen." But I am not mean, I just don’t make this type scene.
I pull over on shoulder to miss lost tire tread called an alligator, as a 40 pound possum, runs
under my trailer, meeting his alter meta.
A beautiful dream, the trucker scene, all the world I mean! I’ve not been mean, I am laid
back. And I don’t let my mind get off track! Don’t smoke dope! Don’t get on that slope!
I am laid back! I stay on track! I am Love, I live, that’s what I give. So if you want to live,
Love is what you give.
To live laid back, you must stay on track. And out of drama queen’s sack. For she has that
knack, to draw you back, into a life of your mind that’s cracked, a life minus Agape fact.
It’s time for humanity to pull over and rest, from a mind of fest. This trucker wishes you all
the best, be Love’s guest. For of a mind of fest, your life can become a mess. Be laid back,
keep your mind on a reality of Love’s fact! I am drew back ,“I am Laid Back!”
Placed #4
My dog is as laid back as Bob Marley.
I smiled at the thought.
He dresses like him too, the old hippie said.
I had to meet him now!
He is a giver, the old timer admitted.
And a singer – a howler, but on key.
I had no comment.
Not understanding this but wanting to.
His wife ushered me in.
He’s crazy about that dog, she told me.
The dog was dressed in his Bob Marley costume.
I got a photo with him, for I could not resist.
having a
laid-back
easygoing
mellow
approach
to life is
the way to
go about
not being
affected by
all the small stuff
that life wants to
throw your way
She came sauntering into the bedroom with that peacock look.
Not only is she sexy, but Queen Hafsa is an excellent cook.
Is my steak finished? King Sabir asked, salivating a bit.
Queen Hafsa gave him a dance that showed him her whit.
His brown eyes narrowed as he stared at her feathered tail.
Hey, he asked, did the peasants yet bring in the mail?
She gave a spin and stared the king down hard.
He coughed a bit, and was shaking like jelly lard.
Queen Hafsa still had a mesmerizing effect on him.
He knew now her act was serious, not a whim.
She pinned him to the bed and gently stroked his arm.
He laid back and gave up. What could be the harm?
She was a beast in the bedroom, his lovely queen.
A tiger, a cougar, a devout lover, smart and keen.
King Sabir’s eyes narrowed, and he let her lead the way.
Thrilled to the core, with his sensuous queen that day.
I was logged hard and wood tired,
slept hard and fast,
but dream movie began,
ideas that had got me tired,
came in flashing details and presented,
a possibility spectre that I hated,
I wanted the movie to be over,
but it went on,
tearing me apart,
with more situations and possibilities,
I shrieked,shed tears and shouted,
voice simply did not come out,
nobody heard,
and all continued to happen,
when I woke up,
I felt that I was slain and torn apart in sleep,
some sleeping is physical relief but an unheard mental weep.