designed to impress
most would test
the authentic objective
of the designer
cladding, binnacle, bezel
family oriented
La moite en quantite' o'
en valeur.
Cabine multiplace et couchette.
myth of dual springs and
dual rear shocks
beyond the myth.
A state of the art leaf springed
rig.
researching the need
to create a new class of
commercail vechiles.
getting people interested in
the new way. a semi truck
an electric ev semi
weighing between
6,010 and 10,600
haul that load
.under 20,000 pounds
trailer puller
horsetrailer
dump trailer
gooseneck
and ball hitch
look professional
doing
those chores man.
the Aland Brand
C Class
Aland Rig!
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker
Waiting for the angelic shout to call her home
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When we learned she was gone it was a shocker
I recall her braiding her hair with a fine-tooth comb
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
In her later years, Grandma wasn’t much of a talker
When she spoke, her words dripped like a honeycomb
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
When she occasionally moved about with her walker
She glided through the room like a little old gnome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker.
She would peer out a window but wasn’t a gawker
When visitors left, she would smile and say “Shalom,”
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
As she grew older, she shrunk up, becoming smaller,
Looking back, I now remember her in monochrome
Old and bent when she sat in her gooseneck rocker,
Grandma was best described as very prim and proper.
Written November 4, 2022
I gather violent mists linger a harsh reality.
Stash them in a gooseneck lather lethality.
To float gently in the air like wool leaf surface.
As I blame, they're sitting on my final service.
Stash them in a gooseneck lather lethality.
I've riveted whether they'll promptly answer.
As I blame, they're sitting on my final service.
Similar to how you tackled packed gems.
I've riveted whether they'll promptly answer.
Yet, how stressed they grow to the enhancer.
Similar to how you dealt gently with vivid flowers.
Recognizing the beam does not need a chamfer.
Yet, how stressed they grow to the enhancer.
To float gently in the air like wool leaf surface.
Recognizing the beam does not need a chamfer.
I gather violent mists linger a harsh reality.
Written: January 08, 2022
DO- IT (DUETS) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
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 flings.
So now she’s rolling down the big slab
In her hubby’s bobtail bulldog,
His gooseneck flatbed stranded in the wings.
She’d just renewed her CDL for diesel;
Her unexpected dispatch wasn’t forced.
Her old man was a cracker-headed weasel.
She left him feeling semi divorced.
Semi divorced, like a rider unhorsed.
She took away his way to keep on trucking.
Semi divorced was the judgement, of course.
He fooled around with fire and got a f*cking.
What you say?
I say, he fooled around with fire and got a f*cking!
We hear dat.
It doesn't look like temporary domestic violence.
Her pearl necklace made of each moment
of disappointment.
Nobody leaves his comfortable trenches
To stuff with the power of city centre,
until her menstruation is gone
When the words are getting immature,
they seem to lead to the organic things
or to the other nonsense.
I feel a pity, operant conditioning
doesn't work as would I like, no one can pretend
This is a win win situation,
however unknown prosecutor could give different verdict.
Just a win win untill the man gets back home
I love my poem,
it gives my girlfriend
goose-pimples and leaves poker-dots on her laughter
I love my poem,
it gives my inspiration sexy pimples and leaves me with a gooseneck,
because my girlfriend never gets tired of embarrassing me with kisses, after she’s done going through my poems,
this pierces through my soft-pitched hugs
When she’s excellently sad
I don’t worry to flash various colours of flowers
to make her happy
because my poem,
has the astute to make her happy again like the smiling raindrops
When I adopt her sadness,
I always get soaked in tattered emotions
But
she decoratively knows how to bow away my intense sadness
She simply recites the funniest verse of my poem
this brings me back to a butterfly state
She’s in love with my poem
really,
she melts in my poem
She keeps saying that my poem is the ruler of her happiness
and that I should never dare to stop writhing
Even If I have no more ink to feed my paper or inspiration, to water my thoughts,
I should just keep writing in colourful tones.
For my poem keeps her love for me,
shining and raising in colourful tones
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