Flatbed Poems - Poems about Flatbed

...Bend the horn to find the note/ In the depths of the universe, you find harmony and rhythm, spinning planets in jazz sync, a cosmic dance with Sun Ra/ maybe he can set us free/ the jazz riff ri......

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...Inside an archaic framework she fetches a pail from the fields, the bucket on her hip is full of broken eagles. Wind turbines churn in the distance. He takes the mangled birds plucks them, p......

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...The Lord gives us so many blessings. I am lucky to have him on my side. I woke tired, not too motivated to do much. I use my age for my slowness, I guess a crush. I did walk Peanut my dog a few t......

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...I didn’t expect to be enlightened on the 5 passing Dodger Stadium north-bound, but- A flatbed load of Styrofoam had spilled and was dancing on the road in small bits and huge chunks. We drove ......

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... A rising sun burns like a solar flare from St. Augustine to St. Clair, to daze me from sleep’s tranquil hold and dreams of serendipities of old - to rise again the boy I was long ago ......

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...If I had a red flatbed truck I would…. Load up my house and take it for a drive, to see the sights. Help Santa and the elves deliver gifts on Christmas Eve. Move Mount Everest to my neighborhood ......

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...She was a less-than-truckload lady Who’d signed a contract for the long haul With the interstate driver she married. But that trucker kept a bogus bill of lading And a logbook full of lot lizard ......

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...The beautiful days were here again, as sunshine lit blue skies, And I was happy with my work, which had seldom held surprise. My job entailed overseeing, the raising of national monuments, So th......

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...Just another African Once full of sun and hope Train to Venice from Milan At the end of your rope Horrors seen at just 19 Crammed onto a flatbed Desert burning red Human carrion in the sand O......

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...Flat pack Wobbler Procured from mega shop, a straight-lined box amid a cardboard wall Where jig saw chattels rise above the queues of flatbed wheelies And underarm catalogues patterned with an ......

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...I have relatives all over the USA, in one state or another. Thanks to my randy great-grandparents who could not keep their hands off each other. They had eighteen children, sometimes in two’s, and ......

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...The green house is here! The green house is here! All of us ran out to watch the green house as it slowly made its way Down the street about half a block, no make that a quarter of a block in......

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...Life was so carefree for me as a child, way back when I was just a little girl who loved to dream and pretend that I would grow up to be a doctor's nurse and mend those who were hurt and sick.......

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...It feels so good to be back home from school I put my jacket on its starting to get cool Sitting on my porch watching the wind blow Wondering when it was going to snow I watch as the sun starts t......

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...My father’s timber array arrived on an overloaded Diamond Reo flatbed. It dumped oak scraps, leafless dead-woods, inspiring last metamorphosis to warming fires come winter’s weather. Empt......

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