Cargo Poems - Poems about Cargo

A tugboat was pushing a barge. I wondered just who was in charge For the cargo on board, Which I wish I’d ignored, Raised some issues which somehow loomed large. Porta-potties were lined up in rows. Full or empty? Too far for my nose, But the thought of that load Being merrily towed Made me hope there was naught to dispose. Certain subjects make some...

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"Burning Bushes Treacherous Cargo" They say hell is on fire but there in The Lawrence Forest exist many, burning bushes waiting on deliverance delivering messages, hidden shadow angels waiting for their Bardo exodus they are allowed to come and go but they are drawn back to their torched habitats like moths to flames their footprints scorch the missing years in the desert sand, the place of...

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She slithered from the jungle in a Vera Wang sarong Like some wicked juju temptress with no sense of right or wrong. I remember how it thrilled me, Oh yeah, when she shimmied in the buff; And that first time she let loose, I thought I’d never get enough. She hid a wealth of smuggled goods among her...

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Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain. Friedrick Schiller We are now used to accept that money Is our gods, and getting it is pure honey. I bought a cargo vessel that would make me rich And docked it in a port where I'd find no hitch. Soon enough the ship was full of dark containers All painted black,...

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I felt nerves standing in my way, both nervous and excited at the same time I started opening my mouth confirming a permanent visitor our home would welcome A friend who would be carried as a precious cargo I became speechless and breathless, overwhelmed with excitement I could not even form words or express them I...

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The sidewalk stretched for miles that concrete roadside line. It swerved and curved, and dipped and rose. Alongside U.S. 29. We knew each crack, and every hole. and every bump and drain. Knew when to coast the downhills and when to grind the chain. Our bikes gave us our freedom. We rolled and...

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The Sinking of the Cargo Ship, El Faro The Bible, itself, speaks of the men of the world that go down to the sea in ships because notably, they see the Hand of God move more than we all, For in the midst of a storm, these seafaring men cry out with all of their might to God,...

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Run a way truckers abandoning trucks and loads serious problem...

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Not entering among those sterile walls your mind is firmly resolute with decision not wanting to be cutted you are leaving your life in hands of earth but will you be wise enough to ask her a right questions determined enough to hear the answers I know you are afraid not feeling your body as your own anymore it is still your body and those cuts...

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Commodities. Packed up Wedged together Shut out from light and air, Little creatures indifferent to life or death Stacked. Branded. Horrified Of what comes With the open door. Looking for the first opportunity To Leap Escape This intolerable life. The Mass grave Of a two-dimensional reality....

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"Compassionate Cargo" in the chapel of my heart compassion reigns extending helping hand to less fortunate sharing tender love touches souls steeped in pain causes smiles to emerge, releasing regret compassion for creation caresses hearts implanting words show care to grow fruitful starts creation hungers for sincere open doors to quench thirst through understanding inner cores....

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Why is it that when you send something by CAR, it's called a SHIPment, but when you transport something by SHIP, CARgo is how it's sent?...

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I ride in the morning my cargo as preciouse as the sun I think about my cargo and where I must take it And how careful I must be on each run My cargo is rare in fact they're the only two No price could ever own them No trade would ever do And yet it is here I bring them...

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The sea rose up to kiss the sky crashed down upon the ship then tossed it high like some baby with a new toy. The slaves emerged blinking in the harsh light on deck Their chains for ever linking their ultimate fate. Suddenly the chain pulled tight...

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The hull of the boat was full Lying so close to each other They used a tool To clamp the irons on brother Lying so close to each other The stink in the hull was death To clamp the irons on brother The boat moving pitching beneath Lying so close to each other They used a tool The stink in the hull was death The hull...

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