Courier Poems - Poems about Courier

A VW Beetle An unloaded thirty eight In the passenger seat And out through the gate A briefcase of secrets Chained to the wrist Memorized instructions From an unwritten list. In the event of an ambush Just pop five rounds in: The only trouble was They were sealed in a tin. We weren't even sure The rounds were live anymore The tin was dated Nineteen Fourty...

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Gust of wind lashing and it's pouring down; Storm water runs off the deserted roads. A swift rider going from the downtown, Bearing safely the most delicious loads For orders, kicks his heels at the canteen. Collecting the silver foil packs of food, Setting directions on his mobile screen, Reaches drop off points in a cheerful mood. Waggles here and there...

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Courier life. We'll tell you we will deliver at 1000-1130. We send a text at 1046 that you are the next customer Our delivery tracking map shows our driver 12 minutes and a mile away. By 1400 the parcel has not arrived The tracking shows the driver still 12 minutes and a mile away. At 1530 we send an email...

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GOODBYE JOHN ^WW^ Now that our best friend has flown with his warrior Wings far and high, we are certain a celestial courier, Will send our thoughts prayers and poems, Directly to him so that he’ll always know, That he’s missed, RIP Dear John, sure you’re in euphoria!...

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A little man for such a big title. Rosy cheeks flushing the blue of his eyes like birds from a bush; Charisma came to mind as his eyes met mine. He was the big guy I could tell By the stiffness of everyone else In the straight faced entourage Seeing right through me. His Holiness... Or humbleness Perhaps gave this guy his clout. 2/6/2020...

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How about you? Shaken Stirred Crushed Mixed Shot Spilled Topped off Set on fire Rims salted Served over ice With a splash... Oh, you mean to drink; Give me anything. Dry. ***...

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I am no more than an Courier A wanderer through life Words are what I choose to cling to Purveyor of the times Spending forbidding moments in the desert Just to watch it bloom at night The chilling winds that blow the stinging sands Help create that which I write I look for answers in the greyest of skies Where there's no limit to...

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Spinning spokes upon bustling narrow city streets A two wheeled mouse amid prowling motorized cats Plays games of timing and finely tuned awareness Sudden bus stops, springing car doors, and Jaywalkers Each can be found within the dealer’s loaded deck The sound of coasting, click, click, are barely heard © Copyrights G. Jones 2008...

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