Best Truckloads Poems

Lima describe how yours truly went Peru zing...

thru truckloads of his personal communiqués broadcast
(methinks quite some years ago) across world wide web,
but now still smarting from selfishness, I feel quite aghast.

Yes practically every word
needs be overwritten with bleep,
nevertheless, an intimation doth arise
regarding me-an utter creep,
whose...

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The road to my backyard is long and straight
Evergreen trees abound and provide welcome shade
Home to myriad birds, butterflies and the bees
Last summer their branches were sawn off, without notice
The orgy with power-saws lasted barely a day
The trees shorn of foliage, the limbless torsos remained
To...

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Recollections of childhood
when life was simplistic,
brings to memory, days 
filled of toilsome work
and long hours.
Yet in its own way, bestows
feelings of warmth, safety 
and at given times, even
conceived to be glitzy, 
shimmery.

Children, courteous
and respectful
executing daily chores 
and in attendance
at church on 
every given Sunday.

TV, computers,
I...

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The Passing 
There is always a bridge a San Luis Ray we have to cross on 
the fateful day when it collapses, but we are not alone many 
others some quite young will also be on that bridge. 
We can blame the constructor of the...

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Saša Milivojev - A CHALICE OF GORE


Silence bites
Below school's stairs
Trickling tears of fervent gore
From thy brethren's veins
Their cups to the rim they pour

All is shattered in the blast
Heavens echoing with silence
Dracula is licking his lips
Threading fingers through their tears
Pouring for his laughing friends

Ask why, if...

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So the summertime stayed all winter, 
And Amy was washing ponies down.
We were a weary collection of skin touchers.
Though nothing was ever conniving
Or deliberate.
We made haste to make room for laughter…
We sung like crocodiles under the moon.
We only used food stamps, even if we have...

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COMPUTERS AND BINARY CODES

Computers, computer science, and binary codes
Are a pain in the neck and other parts of the anatomy
They cause confusion and misery by the truckloads
In order to cope, one almost has to attend an academy

Computers have become a necessary evil today
They seem like...

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In Faraway Land, Where Sweetest Rhapsody Abides

In faraway land, where sweetest rhapsody abides
there is hope and smoke in tight little curls;
with life's mysteries and all that it hides,
deep romance and those tasty little hidden swirls.
In distant land, sweet dreams arrive by truckloads
with fire that sets...

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Ice Cold Water Equals Ultimate Thirst Quencher...

Especially experiencing onset dehydration,
this opinion shared by former consumer,
he quaffed truckloads sugary and sports drinks
found mine once sculpted baby boomer body
undergoing gender reorientation, particularly
nondescript breasts incrementally found

busting (rivaling playboy bunny chest)
necessitated this garden variety
NON GMO gluten free husband
"papa," an...

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I imagine relief while feeling comfortably numb...
anesthetized courtesy central air 

analogous to gulping down
a tall glass of ice cold water, 
which equals ultimate thirst quencher,
especially for those 
experiencing onset dehydration,
the following poetic opinion/editorial  
shared by yours truly, a former consumer
who quaffed truckloads sugary and...

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I am in my beautifully decorated office where I have dragged overflow 
A baby gift that should have been given over to the new mama long ago,
Reams of paper that are not going to walk themselves to the printer.
Notebooks and pencils that could be put...

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To glorify the leading star he obits the big named performer
with blank face in shabby clothing and for his part is so minute
it doesn’t matter whether he exists or not.

Although, he falls under the sword with gushing blood,
killed by a single gun shot without a...

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While in deep sleep tuning fork synchronized circadian rhythm in pitch perfect qi

while channeling the energy of Google
exemplified by cute and cuddly moogle.

I awoke from mid-day siesta
exuding peaceful easy feeling
total all encompassing bliss
suffused body electric of mine.

Ecstasy resonated within these lovely bones
triggering subliminal stimuli from...

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Why does it feel like there's a fishbone 
stuck in my throat.
A large one at that, pointy but girthy
No banana, rice, apple, idli, peanut butter mash could dislodge this one
It's almost funny,
If it didn't hurt so much.

It's a part of me now, a permanent organ
How...

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When Five Ends

My son turned five a few days back,
And as with most kids his age, the questions don’t lack.
He came in one day and looked up at me,
And innocently asked, “When five ends, what'll I be?”
I looked at him close and answered him straight
“After...

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