Diesel Poems - Poems about Diesel

Daddy drove a truck I'm a trucker's son I'll be driving eighteen wheelers 'til my trucking days are done Momma lives for trucks looking good under the hood born in a cab I have trucking in the blood and it takes air brakes truck stops weigh stations too pedal to the metal coming on through fired up wired up shifting gears running on caffeine it's music to my ears I...

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Diesel spray for Christmas Butt-face bar of soap for birthday, it's no small joke On isthmus They laughed out loud Though on emotions 'bout to choke You're ploughed Watch out! Charma evokes. Flout~ Diesel spray for Christmas Though on emotions 'bout to choke Flout~~...

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A diesel fitter was on twitter, He said, "We make leggings with glitter!" When they are done He is the one Who then says, "Oh yeah, diesel fitter!"...

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The sun will shine brighter tomorrow when... If you’re thinking meek is weak, you might be wrong. We all know "peace and love" kind of people. Check out their fuel you will learn that they’re strong They do not argue what's good with what's evil. “Meek” combusts from inside, working hard and long; I’ve discovered that meekness runs on diesel. Humility's patina...

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Face well worn, Graying hair, Marlboro in his mouth. Clay-dirt boots, dusty hat, Bologna from a sack. Tastes of nicotine and diesel, he can’t spit it out. The old man makes his living on a caterpillars back....

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He had do fight all odds A man of unbreakable idealism Alone with his ideas A mysterious death at high sea The truth will never be known -------------------------------------------------- Gegen alle Widerstände Ein Mann mit ungebrochenem Idealismus Alleine mit seinen Ideen Mysteriöser Tod auf hoher Sea Die Wahrheit wird niemand erfahren ------------------------------------------------- En lucha contra todas probabilidades Un hombre de idealismo irrompible Solo con sus ideas Una muerte misteriosa en alta...

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He pulled into Birmingham, one cold,November day, Having just come down from "Tulsey town" and Memphis by the way. Time to call in to locate his next load; "There's one I see in Tallahassee; better hit the road". Gotta keep his big rig rollin',and hummin' out a truckers tune; Whether he's hauling goods; or steel,or wood, they want it there...

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