Cargo Poems | Examples

The Cargo on Board

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 people blush,
With activities often hush-hush,
So those toilets afloat
May make many take note
That it’s better to deal with a flush.

Dangerous Cargo - With Apologies To Hedy Lamarr

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 cargo.

I was cornered and defenseless; she was turning on the tease.
Then she wrapped her legs around me in an anaconda squeeze.
She had something sweet to teach me, 
Oh yeah, more than modesty allowed.
So I poured a gin and tonic and I let myself get plowed.
She dealt in contraband delights with no embargo.

She was primitive and deadly. I was curious and young,
Groping hesitant, yet eager, heart to heart and tongue to tongue.
I plunged headlong with abandon, 
Oh yeah, off those reckless, dizzy heights,
Spinning through a swirl of colors, shooting toward a burst of lights.
I came down withered, drained, and blank like no tomorrow.

You can run a little faster, beat the bullet from the gun.
You can run a little farther, almost halfway to the sun.
But when you run from Tondelayo, 
Oh yeah, Christ, her cargo weighs a ton.

Precious Cargo

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 expected this for a long time, but with everything that I have been through my expectations couldn’t have an expression of happiness 
For I wished this cargo to be carried would be sudden 
For I wished anything less than this cargo to be prepared for 

In a life I have, seeing and experiencing growth is amazing 
This is a dream come true!

I have had my failures as much as my successes, but one thing is certain, that love will be easy like a smile as patient and mild 
That adjusting to 2am cries will be as natural as the lazy naps I take having to deal with late night feedings 

This is excitement and nerves 
Something that will make me hesitant yet bold 

With this precious cargo, Daddy and I are going to be a family and will have our baby to hold 

Poet 
Masego Nkuna

Precious Cargo

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 strolled and went
   to every little country store
   where dimes and nickels spent.

We'd gather up five bottles
   to equal one thin dime.
And that was always just enough
   For RC-Cola time.

Those carefree days of riding
   when ne'er a danger stood.
To school and towns and ball fields,
   most any place we could.

Those days seem gone forever,
   for evil now abounds.
It's hiding in the night air.
It lingers on the grounds.

So listen children, stay alert.
Be careful; don't far go.
For you're our hope and future,
   our sweet, precious cargo.

Most precious, priceless cargo.

A Cargo Crisis

Run a way truckers 
abandoning trucks and loads
serious problem

Fragile Cargo

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 maybe aren't happiest solution
they are definite one

I know you are afraid
feeling is well known

like you are broken
damaged
devoided from fitting in socially constructed frame of  'normal'
but normal is social construction 
receptive for modifications

your body isn't all of you

it is that perfect cloak for your soul
and cloak has that habit to become worn out
needing some repairs
there is nothing stigmatic about that

here ... take my hand
let's be labeled 
together
we'll wear that yellow badge  
despite their bigotry

don't be afraid
and don't let your ego choose instead of you

tired of departures, yet
aware that you have your own path
I'll esteem your decisions
because I love you

please don't die on me

Cargo

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.

Compassionate Cargo

"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.

Cargo Shipment

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?

My Preciouse Cargo

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 
And entrust them to your care
You polish my preciouse cargo 
So very finely, I can barely stand the glare
What is my preciouse cargo
And who polishes them so well
They are my darling daughters 
And their teachers who teach them well

Jettisoning Cargo

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 

and sliding and screaming 

The slaves without a fight 

slipped into their watery grave . 

  

So who is to blame 

for this merciless deed? 

Just a false insurance claim  

paid for those lost at sea! 

  

Based upon the true story of slave traders drowning their slaves.  In order to claim the 
insurance that could only be paid out for those lost at sea.  As dramatised in Turner's 
painting of a slave ship.


  

Six

The Cargo

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 of the boat was full

A Cargo of Sins

A sojourn in the sleep, 
Led me to the valley deep, 
I passed through forest thick, 
And high hills and crests, 
Along with a saintly guide whom I never knew. 

I was led to the front of a cave, 
With a huge arched entrance, 
It seemed a long dark channel 
Connecting to the other zone. 

I saw men of massive size, 
Entering into and pouring out; 
They resembled chimpanzees more than the human figures. 
All dressless, and moved with uncovered limbs, 
With no sense of shame or disgrace. 

Then I saw descending from the steps, 
Men and women, all naked, 
With cargoes upon their backs. 
The loads were not of timber but of logs of men, 
Bundled in bundles, 
With no eyes, no noses and no ears; 
And without extremities. 
They were too abominable to see, 
Their sable shaved boneless bodies 
Limbered as they walked. 
The weights were inseparable; 
They dragged where they moved. 

The saintly guide who brought me at the spot, 
Whispered into my ears the secret, 
“They are the sinners; 
Pulling the loads of their willful wrongs, 
And the chimpanzee-men, 
Their attendants, employed to watch, 
Lest they should have a rest.”

My Cargo

The clouds are dark
Beneath the sky
My tears are black
I won’t ask why
The rain falls back
I start to sigh
This burden rock
I can’t defy
I’m always mock
Even they lie
Have no such luck
With that one guy
He mess me up
I can’t deny
My heart is lock
Until I die

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