Best Porters Poems

I'll never forget the date, the nineteenth of November
It's etched firmly in my mind, and I'll always remember
It was the day that I had my...

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FRED

Fred the farmer he bought a new tractor
The milk maid he wanted to attract her
He said you wanna ride 
So she jumped in beside 
Said...

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(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file...

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 Let me tell you a story of my night journey;

After a hazardous trip from a far off state
With drooping spirits and waning energy
I alighted...

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Shed a tear for those deceased 
In COVID’s agony and pain,
Shed one for their bereaved 
Never to see loved ones again,
Then spare a thought for...

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I am the engineer on a hell bound train
and I finally know it.
Curiosity drives me on to see how
destiny will end it.
Ignored good advice going...

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We take care of the tenants in the buildings where we work everyday
but the owners can't seem to comprehend that we don't make enough pay
as...

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KISS OF CHEMO           

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pen and pint in hand
four porters in and counting
might be all she wrote

Michael F. Lewis
7/17/2013...

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Migrant workers and street children
Tarek Hasan

I do not sleep on eyes
Early action is away on leave
I have the luxury of back pain.

I did not question...

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You can tell our almighty creator
I’m her biggest winter hater 
Turn up the heat, turn on the radiator
I’m leaving the north sooner than later
Taking my...

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Welcome to the hot seat our new president
where pressure and strain are the porters of your office
you might have got our mandates
but our minds are...

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Flowers climb the branches
exhibit their full blossom
flowers visit drawing rooms 
They visit temples 
and then they vanish.
defying fixed shapes
rivers hasten to no destination.
carrying countless goals
roads...

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Monday nights
Are India pale ale,
Tuesdays
Stouts & porters.

Then comes
Whiskey Wednesday
& seven –
Tawny death
In slow sips.

You wonder
How it comes:
Sudden
Moonshine, 
Stinging & harsh

Or in Canadian mists,
Buffalo traces, wild
Turkeys
Feral...

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(Supernova)...
              
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