Best Lugging Poems

As Miss Luby watches from her window
a moving van backs up
the driveway across the street

BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!  BEEP!

its warning cry has a...

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IMPLODING REALITY

Silent scream
wildly flapping of wings unseen
around this crying head
where eyes are no more
and mouth a wide silence
where ears hear only madness
while mind is anywhere...

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Today, it is a sunny Thursday morning in April, and my body
aches like it does when a rainstorm hits, and I am regrettably 
bitter about...

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Drinking drugging, chug a lugging,
Cruising down the poncy street,
Drunk a 40 cats a hugging,
Look out 4 this ***** on heat,

Brain a thumpin, blood a pumping,
Dogs...

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Yesterday I found myself slumped
into the saddest of trenches,
for no particular reason
other than a new moon cycle.
Instead of flopping myself
in my studio’s armchair to write,
I...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every...

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A wonderous day, we're
Busy little bees buzzing,
Circling round
Dandelions, daisies, and
Early meadow rue, wild-
Flowers with open arms.
Gems, open blossoms,
Harmony of colors.
Incredible, arousing
Juices of fragrance
Keeping us busy
Lugging...

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Symbol of mass transportation, 
crucial as a pair of wings; 
I wonder where we'd be without it 
in the broader scheme of things? 

It's hard...

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My Phone

I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes...

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Every morning, I steal longing glances at the most spellbinding creature I have ever cast my two eyes upon, 
Her skin is pale and lifeless,...

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Left lost luggage at a station,
One piece of flotsam at sea,
Never to feel integration,
Everything drifts endlessly,
Lugging a suitcase of sadness,
Yearning for someplace to be....

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From lugging heavy boxes in a distribution place,
To taking pinewood coffins to a so called place of grace.
From melting from the heat from six till...

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Symbol of mass transportation, 
crucial as a pair of wings; 
I wonder where we'd be without it 
in the broader scheme of things? 

It's hard...

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Symbol of mass transportation,
crucial as a pair of wings;
wonder where we'd be without it
in the broader scheme of things?

It's hard to say just how we'd...

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i give because i can
it makes me smile more than i know
i inspire another to do the same
hopefully the gift of charity will grow

when i...

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