Best Truckload Poems

WHO IS THE GIANT OF THEM ALL

Animals or humans, who is the giant of them all?
Bearing a two sheathed wings, the Hercules Beetles
crash the Titans (beetle)  growing more than six inches.
Down the dirty waterways of China is the Mekong catfish
extending at ten feet, tummy-filled...

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MY SPIRIT SINGS

Almond eyes speak: "Take me home please--
bonnie green fields where I may wander,
chasing butterflies and darting dragonflies
dearly gazing to blue and orange streak skies.
Everyday, I will find some daffodils
fixing and tucking one to my ear,
grin painted on my face as I look
hungrily to...

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Black market product truckload ... 
illegal cargo of tax-free merchandise,
and plenty boxed liquor of trouble
Leather clad tattooed dirty violet blonde
riding shotgun,
with a Rambo knife hugging her thigh
In the cab backseat
sit two mountain men beastie boys
strapped to the teeth
Listening to Valhalla volume 
Judas Priest death metal...

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Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
   limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
   though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy 
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
   eventually Mister O'Donnell 
   (I remember without mental exertion...

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Those trademark circular elements of style in vogue every four years
When the crème de la crème of the athleticism 
presents itself on the world stage
Suspending and transcending any present day internecine conflict
Allowing, enabling, and proffering the five continents 
And gathering of top-notch mental, physical and...

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In a far off place, a little child cries itself to sleep again as the night before,
He doesn’t understand why his little bloated body is weak and covered with sores.
This was the life he was born into and no one here seems to really care,
While...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a beer
owner of his own head at last
thanks to whiskey tainted improvisations 
and the use of springs and levers
in order to...

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go, Hesekiah
i couldn't give a truckload
of bean barley soup

Copyright © Mike Martin 2015...

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The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones, 
   lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
   the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep, this case 
targeted ambushed ewe mon souls permanently fleeced
instantaneously cut...

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The story goes Pa met Ma in the city when he drove a truckload of pigs to market. She was the young waitress who served him cup after cup of coffee and gave him three eggs instead of just two along with four slices of...

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Sometimes people and things enter our lives and appear to be everything we want and all 
that we’ve been longing for…  Sometimes those very people and things are only meant to be 
in our lives for only but a season… We create these “ideas,”...

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TEXAS


Is a vast place, bigger than France, and in many ways much more interesting.


El Capitan reef, the Pecos, the Panhandle,  all conjure up more imagination


Than a truckload of Monmartres, a shovelful of escargot, or a herd of poodles


Heaven for me must have  stetsons...

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A powerhouse of gregarious silliness
for our delight and entertainment
Chuck Barris weekly orchestrates
his national amateur talent show
comprised of bizarre exploits
none of your conventional class acts
unique offbeat eccentric spectacles 	 
for the questionable and less discerning palate 
guaranteed a few good laughs peppered by
resounding sounds of the...

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I opened the door
and let the flood roll in
all I said was how are you
a plain simple answer
would have sufficed
but no- here it was
the whole truckload
of ungodly manure
dumped at my feet
piled so high up
my nose and ears 
were full of it
not once but twice
and come...

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A Spiritual Quest

Through a lazy river bend just suppose...

A bent whinding effect as soon will go,
In caged fury of context in distant gloss
With poor in somen contemplation & frost
We aill make the mends for the survival of its fullest

To cherish a red rose that was...

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