Best Trucked Poems

Green

the confusing reverence of the place
the holy-waters of the gulf

white eucharist sand trucked-in sunday anew

and flowers  ever fresh
renew the question

I watch clouds  west

overrun
spilling...

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My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times...

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I dashed off to the ladies' room
just after Sunday School was through.
The service that would soon begin,
I'd relish from my favorite pew.

As I sailed down...

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GOING     BACK



It  was not an endearing place, a storybook place
With little cottages and
Loaded fruit trees from which apples could be...

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I was perched upon a wooden bench beneath a bottle tree 
when this worn out wiry ringer stopped to rest his gammy knee. 
I’d been...

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There
There I stand in the bakery before the huge steel metal machine, 100 yards long and silver. A cake machine worth a mint. All sorts...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth...

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At twenty-three, Brett found his girl,
A green-eyed vision with strawberry curls,
A year of dating came and went,
And wedding bells the sky did rent.

Life was good,...

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Paul was at the office when the
first atomic bomb fell and when 
Muntz TVs replaced console radios

and the first man landed on the moon.
He saw...

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Let Me See if I Have This Right

Let me see if I have this right
And it’s not just an oversight
Ukraine buys its energy
From Russia cause...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president...

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Independence Day has come and gone.... 
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day 
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized...

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(This poem was inspired by the 
cereal isle of a grocery store.)

I have my choice of 80 brands.
Good fortune lends us many hands
In generating all...

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Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
            ...

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