Best Trailer Poems
she came from the town of keokuk
for what she did, she charged a buck
or sometimes two;
everyone said she was an evil gal,
but she changed my luck,
that evil gal from keokuk!
in the most painful, miserable year of my life:
i saw her walking in the worst snow storm
iowa ever seen;
i helped her up the icy-steep hill
to her run-down trailer park;
after putting away her groceries scant
we talked till it was dark.
swings left it does - fate;
swings right it does - fate;
while fate and angels fight for space
while dancing on the head of a pin;
but does it go straight - fate?
can it?
i think not!
by august i knew her well;
by january i proposed;
in june i married lisa
she made a lovely bride;
just after i come home from the war
with a bayonett wound in my side.
then twenty years later a viper named fate
twisted and coiled and struck!
and she smiled at me before she died
and held my hand so tight...
i remember that night thru our tears;
it was so dark and awful a place!
the wound in my side throbbed again in great pain!
and i knew the war was no worse than this.
she left little billy and me late that night
i know for a far better place:
it's not at all like a trailer park;
and it's where angels WIN the dance with fate -
and lovely souls like lisa can sing amazing grace!
6 Second Trailer
OMG
Did you see it?
OMG
Its...
I'm...
Oh
My
God
It's a fantastic flick
This is...
OMG
The full trailer?
It's coming
It's coming
OMG
So am I
Did you see her...
His...
Its...
Oh
So sweet
Gotta tweet
Gotta sleep
Don't ya love it
OMG
Who wrote it?
The screenplay?
Who cares?
Opening?
Premiering 2015
Bit early, eh?
What, the trailer?
Ya think?
Yeah, but
WTF
YOLO
When we retired we were so inspired:
To live free and rest from our labors.
This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,
But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.
Jay the old peeper can snoop through the creeper
And tell if the ladies are bathing.
At times he's been caught and the women have taught
him new curse words in language quite scathing.
Denny got back from the hoosegow and that
is the end of his meth lab's production.
He'll have to report to the man from the court
with his pee to avoid re-induction.
Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum
Though we tell her it's not necessary.
In England alone she's seventeen stone
And her armpits are ever so hairy.
A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle
(You never know when she'll attack you)
keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean
And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.
There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known
And we're so glad to know they reside here,
But an odd PhD and a master's degree
Can't compete with the felons that bide here.
Stuffing flags in the window
and calling it home
valuing our space
as our space!
Picking up rocks from the driveway
like when we were little
rescinding our past
like some nightmare of repitition!
Respecting each other
for what we couldn't accomplishment
and/or understand
a moment of volition, power of choosing!
Hiding our faults to pretend respect
hating those who judge us
feeling reproof for no good reason
denying our self-worth!
Needing a deliverer ~ yet paying rent
to those who trap us ~ indefinitely,
like some caldron of reprisal
not quite ~ not yet ~ Hell!
Knowing the housing market
is indolent in its means
while we sacrifice our daily bread
to just keep going ahead!
Then hearing the voice of a child, next door
already three, already brave
fighting for his life ~ myositis, rare
encouraging us ~ calling us friend!
And sharing his hope
to belong in tomorrow
and the hurt breaks through
into a tear ~ and we wake up!
It's our resources
that have made us demur
not our being alive
as the cure!
And he is Indian ~ Dakota
knows he's stressed
sees the parent's longing
to be on their own ~
Emergency ~ refused by the tribal clinic
some new Government restriction,
Ambulence to Rochester ~ Mayo
rare ~ need to study ~ his case!
Big debt ~ bill, couldn't pay, thousands,
tribal clinic say "no deal"
wrong rescue squad
not in their jurisdiction!
But still Indian, and little
Bigger clinic, Minnesota ~ famous
millions of dollars for research,
yet the little guys ~ still get the bill!
The Mother, trailer, empty jars, stacked by the door
ready for the next donation
posted at the truck stops
grocery stores, post office!
If you want to study the poor
or sick, or needy
rent a space where it already exists
like a woman Mayor of Chicago once did!
Back in the 80's, when thoughtfulness
still was an option!
The trailer sits alone, solitary,
very similar to yours truly.
It was created for traveling,
but it just sits there not hitched to anything,
never meeting its potential, never going anywhere,
but never in any real danger of breaking down either.
WAFTING through the open window
A DULCET floral FRAGRANCE
Adds to the TRANQUILITY
Bubbles in her BLISSFUL bath dance
An old screen door creaks open
He approaches, WHISPERS, “My queen,
Your royal carriage awaits.”
She emerges and dons her jeans
“My lord,” she replies ELOQUENTLY,
A LILTING quality in her tone,
“’Tis our picnic basket you desire most."
She laughs, emits a subtle groan.
Indeed, the old farm horse and buggy
Are prepared for the couple's ride
Through spring fields in LAVENDER SPLENDOR
So they open the trailer door, step outside
Tenderly she reaches up, takes his hand
He gently pulls her onto the carriage
This lord and his loving queen know
True wealth is found in their marriage
*For Andrea's "Beautiful Words" challenge.
I could not afford a Bow Flex, costs too much
I get diagrams to build my own from a man named Henry Clutch
The instructions say if I build it right
It will make me lean and my stomach tight
The first step, according to the instructions, is to collect empty beer bottles and
cans
I go across the road to see Inez and Stan
They open their closet and tell me to take what I need from empties in here
I was kind of disappointed when none of them were from Busch Beer
They ask me what are they for, I tell them they're for a hobby
I smile as I see myself in 32 weeks with a trailer park body
The next step is to collect some full sand bags, I know who to contact, the
National Guard
I know a female Sargeant there, he name is Louise, but her troops call her Black
Bart
She has the looks of her dad Stew
But she has a singing voice like Julie Andrews
She hooks me up with three full sand bags, which is more than I need
Step three I can't do, it would violate the trailer park creed
I guess cheaper isn't always the way to go
I bragged to my wife about the new me, but now I must eat crow
I decided to use the stuff I collected to decorate the front yard, but my wife said it
would look too gaudy
I look around at the heroes here at the park and realize that after all I do have a
trailer park body
Now I am back to square one
This trailer park is rippin' and roarin' fun
That couch sitting out in front of lot nine
After it's dark it will be mine
Transfixing with emotional content
and images too vivid to ignore,
it came to conquer Earth from inner space,
insidiously seeking to present
reflections of daily experience
and threatening to blast preconceptions
by simply revealing through printed words
at spoken venues, in popular songs,
and in theatrical performances
the true depth of the human condition.
Author's note: This is an original poetic form I call the CENTENCE. It is a one-hundred-syllable, blank-verse, single sentence.
Big tin boxes
All in a row
Housing people
I don't even know
Placed close together
Just a few feet apart
So I can hear every sneeze
Every cough, every fart
Stray cats are a problem
So are dogs that bark
I totally hate living
In this trailer park
I lived there, listening
In the turmoil of the trailer park
For many years, through tears
Time passed by as I watched people
Move in and out, in and out
Never staying there for too long
I wonder where they’ve all gone
The moments ticked on, moving
Across second hands, along the lines
Of goodbyes and lost ties that leave
The heart feeling like it has a gap
Where the blood might leak out
I drifted to sleep at night
After whispering prayers
Huddled behind my quiet peace
There was a silent scream
Echoing through my soul without control
Not once did I dream
Of the laughter
Laughter that
Would come when
I let go of the past
She is a low life skank
Trailer trash honey
Dressing all up
And taking your money
But I would trip her if I saw her
And spill my coffee on her dress
And make her into disheveled mess
And yes darlin,
She done you wrong,
So I wrote this song....
Your wife should not napalm your life
To sleep with all your friends
That was no way to make amends
It makes her just a hussy
And a low class ****
And there is no makeup or outfit That can dress that up
You can’t pull that kind of high jinx
And expect any man,
to ever fall for you again
So she will be alone, just wait and see
And we can sing about it and someday laugh you will see
Love you Cowboy Poet, this was not your fault . (C) Artimus Susan Manley 10:55 AM 10/30/23
The news was put out by flyers
I see they've already removed the tires
I wonder if any of these people really have any money
But they say you catch more flies with honey
Everybody agrees not to buy anything right away so the prices will drop
It is the first of its kind, the trailer trash gift shop
Grand opening will be on Saturday
There will be streamers and pinatas made from paper mache'
They will have free balloons for everyone who stops by
A makeup booth to paint on the fake bruises and black eyes
A medical representative will available to check for rickets and lice
Free D-con samples to assist the residents to help them get rid of their rats and
mice
The actual name of the place is The Hairy Pit Stop
Everything is at its lowest price when you purchase items from the trailer trash
gift shop
The line is growing on opening day, so is the impatience and frustration
The setup crew just installed the last brick for the foundation
There is a lot of different smells as they walk on past
Some come right back out after they see the sign that reads we only accept cash
I think I will go inside and have a look for myself
There is recycled disposable dinnerware on one of the shelves
I predict that this item will be
One of the biggest sellers because it is buy one hundred, get a hundred free
Ooh something just caught my eye, it is The Best of Trailer Trash As Seen On
Cops
This and so much more is available at the trailer trash gift shop
We're getting married and you say you wanna wear white
I tell you, your chance of doing so ended last night
I punch you in the arm and say now you can wear black and blue
You kick me between the legs and say now you're hurting too
I laugh and stand back up in a fighter's stance
You say in a sexy voice, ain't nothin' like trailer romance
Three hours before the ceremony, we each pop open a 24 oz Bull
Then we puke in stereo as our ceremony comes to a close
With beer cans clanging behind our Pacer
I tell you I am with the FBI and they have attached a tracer
People laugh as we request a spotlight square dance
She says it will be alright, our honeymoon will have a lot of trailer romance
One of wedding gifts is a gift card from Big Lots
Now we can by a dish set, flatware and a couple of pots
Kissin' cousins, now we are two
My wife just had our first son, we named him Big Blue
Next one she bears, girl or boy will be called Bubba, what a great name
Marrying your kin folk should hold no shame
Find out how good life can be
When your cousin is your wife to be
Go ahead, roll the dice, take a chance
Now I am a firm supporter of trailer romance
I cut off the chicken legs of my dusty house
I live in this tin with a little grey mouse
Each year on Halloween I put candy out
And catch me some kidniks to grind into grout,
we don't in one place
we love to see difference face
we go by car
and very far
so we hook and book
we call it a bailer tailer
its our
TRAILER