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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

... 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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...