Best Pickup Poems
(song lyrics)
Verse 1:
Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel
Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile
And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck
But the final straw that I can’t take: Ya’ sold my pickup truck
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 2:
I didn’t care when ya’ bought that stuff on TV’s QVC
Or ‘cause ya’ always thought of me as your private Money Tree
Or catalog-orderin’ ever’thing from within ol’ Sears Roebuck
But I’ll be danged if I’ll sit still since ya’ sold my pickup truck!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 3:
So I went and saw a gypsy gal, and a curse on you imposed
To put sand in your chewin' gum and runners in your panty hose
And all your clothes and accessories to never, ever match
And chiggers in your bed sheets - so you’ll always have to scratch!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 4:
I seen ya’ last Saturday night at Bubba’s Bar and Grill
The image of you in stripes and checks remains within me still
And them red chigger welts upon your nose and face
Tells me that the gypsy curse is workin’ ever’ place!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
Tell me
What you see
When you
Look at me
is it really what you thought
it was?
And I've
had enough
of things like love
and bitterness.
Got no one to thank but the
clouds in the sky,
but why, why do they seem
so grateful?
Sign me up for the winter
cuz the summer's got me down
When I see all these hard bodies
it makes me frown
He wrote inside my 9th grade yearbook: "I'd like to get with you inside a kayak."
Today I would respond:
"Your kisses were so heavenly, but you abandoned me.
So it's a 'no' to me and you together in a small canoe!"
Dedicated to my first kiss, Glenn, a real son-of-a-preacher man.
Never had the courage to say,
"Hi Beautiful, will you go to bed with me?"
My face would probably get slapped
But as they say in baseball
many strikeouts for a Home Run.
A drunk redneck fell out of his pickup
While in the middle of a big hiccup
When a needy dame
Saw the new fair game
And wondered how she’d pick up that hick up
2/20/16
I was asking a friend just the other day
If there was anything he'd do to help me on my way
He said he'd like to but I was asking to much
All that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
I haul it around every where I go
Where its gonna end up I don't know
One day I'm gonna get rid of that junk
That stuff in the back of my pickup truck
It's full of broken promises and wasted prayers
A lot of hurt feelings caused by I don't cares
Love gone bad loaded up with pain
Its enough to drive a normal man insane
Every place I go, I think I don't belong
I just can't understand where I went wrong
But people don't care why my life is so tough
Damned that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
Could unload any place, of no use, not very fair
Lord I am on my knees with a foxhole prayer
Please take this hell away from this old drunk
Rid me of the stuff in the back of my pickup truck
David Gary Pennington
I swear Sir!
Enough of that!
Your unwanted fervor
Driving me mad, insane;
Your empty ambitions,
Vapid stories,
No manners;
To make it short –
Go to Hell and stay awhile
Or may be longer…
I swear, Sir!
Oh hey girl, I have to inquire
Do you like to sit on live wire?
You’re making me choke
From all of that smoke
‘Cause damn girl, that booty’s on fire!
Daddy in His Pickup
A farmer just doing his work tells
His theory from where he sits,
"Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
Driving from home from being downtown
Windows down; pure air; feeling fit—
Waving at farm friends or passersby
The whole neighborhood was close knit
One can hardly deny his statement
About driving fast needs to quit
"Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
He traveled as safe as he could be
In red pickup truck; maybe unfit—
Proudly smiling with contentment
As parade of cars did permit
Traffic close at rear; driveway appeared,
Arm out straight, foot on brake, turn left;
" Forty miles an hour is fast enough
for anybody, isn’t it?"
-Evelyn Pearl Anderson
Our father, Orville Jones Carpenter, (1909 -1975) loved the red pickup truck so he would probably laugh at this little rhyme for Father's Day 2021.
The pickup truck ahead of us
Had decals on the glass,
The first a flag – American –
Like many cars we pass.
The second, a machine gun,
At an angle, all in white,
Announcing to the world
Someone is looking for a fight.
I guess interpretation
May arrive at different ends
But I’m pretty sure that driver
Wouldn’t be among my friends.
I know how to find
Something silver like a dime
Just like brew in a stein
I wanted it to be mine
Without a decline
Decided to take the time
Challenge to bend my legs
Which were stiffened like pegs
But it is something I must do
Acting like a fool
Thinking I was cool
It made sense
For ten cents
Going down
My muscles started to frown
It was then
I must defend
My youthful athletic life
Before having my lovely wife
Stated its toll
And I needed to fold
“Honey I am stuck!
This dime was not a penny for good luck,
I cannot move in any way!
Was the true pay,”
I did answer
The question from my bride once a dancer
Stage name prancer
Having moves and curves
I got what I deserved
Laughing like a pitcher striking out a batter
She wanted to know “What’s the matter?
What happened?
Did you get an aging zap pin?
From playing a game
When in school everyone knew your name.”
I responded
In my wedding bliss bonded
“Oh, my cheerleader
Ever so sweeter
Can you get that dime?
That would be ever so kind
Then straighten my back
From this attack"
“Okay honey
We will do this for the money
Down there
Due to no one really giving a care”
Picking the coin up
My dear dropped it in a cup
Standing alone in the windowsill
Waiting to be changed into a bill
I gave her a thank
And said we need to take the dime to the bank
“But I have a nickel,” she replied
And wanted me to give her a ride
To the five and dime store
Where she could score
An excuse for us
To enjoy our lifelong trust
Over a sundae for two
Telling each other ‘I love you’
People say the craziest things
When they're trying to pick up a girl
None of these ever seem to work
But I'll try to give it a whirl
Is it hot in here or is it just you
I have heard some people say
Hi there, you wanna get some air
Cause you took my breath away
Can I give you directions to my heart
Is as cheesey as they come
Or God must be missing an angel
Cause Heaven is where you're from
Haven't I seen you before in here
Well, maybe in my dreams
I'm sure you've probably heard them all
They never get old it seems
And if you were a broom
You'd sweep me off of my feet
I hope you'll never try these lines
On any woman you meet
Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.
The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.
Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled in skins
of wet plastics.
They emerge from a deep
hidden hour
riding the back jaws
of neglected mammoths.
A storm hammers
in the scrape of their tongues.
The dogs lunge
for their voices.
They remove what lingers too long
from our past.
Published Black Buzzard Press 1982
A rust-eaten frame, a canvas of scars,
A weathered old truck, a king of the bars.
Its paint, once a gleam, now faded and worn,
Like a story told, a lesson to be born.
The tailgate hangs loose, a creak in its swing,
A testament to loads it has borne and will bring.
The tires are knobby, hardened with grit,
From roads less traveled, a seasoned spirit.
The engine, a rumble, a groan and a sigh,
A symphony of power, reaching for the sky.
Its windows are cracked, with stories untold,
Of journeys taken, in sun and in cold.
Inside, a worn seat, a leather embrace,
The scent of old grease, in every space.
A dashboard of dials, with needles that stray,
Whispering secrets, from yesterday.
This beat-up pickup, a soul in its steel,
A faithful companion, a friend that's real.
It carries the weight of life, with a hardy grace,
A symbol of resilience, in time and in space.