Best Lorries Poems

Here I am to tell you a story
of an old and broken lorry
and it's friend, the old garage,
they were both heroes once.

Back by decades it...

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"England and America are two countries separated by a common language." 
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That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to...

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I have dreamed so many dreams of life in Texas
Of cowboys and of the history I'd find there
So many hours I have been driving 
but...

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The icy snow sparkles in the midday sun
as we glide down on cardboard toboggans.
Scarves wrapped thrice around our necks,
overcoats buttoned to the top.
We feel no...

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Miss Garner, Miss Garner. I HATE your Gymkhana,
I loathe every second it's run.
I dread all those horses and obstacle courses,
and everyone else having fun.

Now Mummy...

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I stare at the world through slats in the blind
Which are partly obscuring the dazzle at times
There's nothing particular to spot there today
As even the...

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Thursday morning
Day aff
Time to have a think...

Down the M9
To Edinburgh
And walk across the Forth Bridge.


In the car
It's not very far
Only 26 miles,

Last day of sun
A'fore...

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They wait, waiting to break the law of any country, they rush in their thousands to gain access to the tunnel**.  Why, what do...

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A mouse!
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

No one lived inside the large house.
Well, no one apart from a...

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The sign actually said ‘Universal Disposal’ but the haggard squalid creature 

Had no time for such ephemeral discourse he could just about spell his name

Kanja...

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the streets are scarred for good and we know it
after the hits of untamed hearts
after this abstract damage of cyclic returnings

there's a window in my...

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hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space
  they break on through, sneaking inside my head
  far above, front-nosed pilots point...

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I remember when I was a little girl
And the Rag and Bone man came round
On his cart pulled by a horse
All manner of things could...

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The Van-Boy got out to open the gate still in his head last night’s date
He did not notice the green signal light a train was...

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