Carting Poems - Poems about Carting

...Devotion Poem - Our Dance (For Jim) You are the first and last poems God wrote for me. You are the sparkler I found flaming sun yellow between The sprigs of early g......

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...We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food, the plastic cutlery, absorbed by the clutter of the food tray. Numbed by hours of jiggling, the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distan......

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...I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan. I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone, to be courting a disaster if I take a major road, with no brake lights or blink......

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...In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil, I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will, but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me ‘gob’ although it ......

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...Taking into account; the Poeter's quip Shant it be unfurled to reveal thine Penned and newly coined path of authorship Paying out the Poeter’s plumb line Veering from the course Plotting new......

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...I can hear the dozers in the distance, droning across another mountain top. Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips, so dozer droning never seems to stop. I can hear the chainsaw in the dis......

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...As the gossiping canary sat on the wharf Watching the west ham going forth “Off to mingle” Thackray said who was single “With the white lilies” Forgetting about the wolves who were very chil......

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...Sinking feeling springs eternal... courtesy sucker punched by vehicular travails Truckload of banshees muffled as more'n yours truly wails he feels wheely tired as one after another significa......

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...We are monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food, the plastic cutlery; absorbed by the clutter of the crowded food tray. Numbed by hours of jiggling, the carting of torpid bodies through intermi......

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...Within the sketch of a house top my hair laid. In bewilderment on the street I saw a disarrayed feet for the clarion's call. Not in honour of a man in metallic monster for life restore or death g......

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... Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie They color me bad, with a black face, felt pen Sharpie Vanilla voices downright don’t like the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie They ......

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...Present, but not independent, Of societal flows, expectations, Not understanding sisterhood, Out with reachability and love. Together with a voice each, But screeching sometimes, In a s......

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...Linda with the crippled fist. Knarl to her smile. Walking with the slightest limp. Cap held on in style. Moving like an Engineer. Cane to shrug her on. Spectacles of smiling eyes. Pain as go......

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...Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall... But stars do not cry. Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing besides a Dragons Hill; It was here that a Roundhea......

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...For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide, Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside… But hours spent upon the road, do not permit a set routine, When i......

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