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 sun
in the horizon

and comes rain each day  warm

same time
same slow way
like the same song

then I think

such simple acts
as prayer...

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Achingly slow the way that we kissed,
enjoying the entrapment we laid in.
You commemorated this with cursive.

The soft swirl and soft hand of cursive
matched us as the paper was kissed.
Italics bold as your tongue trucked in.

It was comforting how you creeped in
with flirtation flowing in pristine...

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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 I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with a padlock in back,
Any breakdowns he kept to himself,
His frustrations...

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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 the lengthy hall,
I felt the cool, conditioned air--
more in the back than in the front,
but I trucked on, Miss Unaware!

I...

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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 casually filched, 
Nor were there  sparkling streams for pushing hot feet into in July, 
Or even grassy parks where...

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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 touring through the outback and had sought to sit a spell 
while the missus spent her hard earned cash and...

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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 president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
     and draughts of arrack
nonetheless (without doubt), this...

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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 of ingredients thrown together to make cakes, quite a mix! You’d need to see it for yourself to understand what...

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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, he worked as a welder,
And rushed at night, tales to tell her
Of buildings built and bridges spanned,
Far and wide across...

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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 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting said theme
downplayed now as thoughts blare,

though similarly filched content
(pertaining to...

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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 in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless (without doubt), this Yankee
would be fain to travel back
to Antebellum...

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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 the first big computers trucked in 
and locked in a top-secret room.

Paul was an accountant for 50 years
but the day...

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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 it has to be
Russia gets most revenue
From selling gas to you-know-who
Because the two now disagree
Russia raised its price you see
But...

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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 of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost, 
     vast over the Riverside Park

 ...

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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 this waste -
A splendid show of varied taste
Delighting children and confusing
Harried shoppers, groping, choosing
Purple monkeys.  Look!  They swing
Across...

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