countryside's bird sounds
in morn's restful quiet peace
traffic starts flowing
sweet mood walks away until
hot sun drops in western sky
daybreak on the porch
swallows chirp, doves coo, crows caw....
those front loaders crank
Categories:
loaders, appreciation, beauty, bird,
Form: Other
When his stiff larynx shifts,
a caviling bone that darts for cover
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.
"Those dumb forks,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks."
Salty epithets
march up and down his throat,
as if menacing the very fabric
of his Adam's apple.
Behind his eyes
the damned are piling up.
We are out here alone,
just him and me, and this anger
strangling his windpipe.
He once carried a buddy
out of a kill zone,
but not a lot of himself,
just this bitter slanguage.
I want to grab hold of him,
hug him,
let him talk it out,
allow his wounded words,
to spill out of their foxholes,
then share a dirty joke or two.
Categories:
loaders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They dug a deep hole and
Made a tunnel at the end
They made a
large woodchimmey
And covered the hole
With logs and covered
The logs with iron plates
The had six vents that
Came to the surface
They used bobcats
And frontend loaders
To make the field have
Depth
Walking from the back
Of the circle you felt
Like you were walking
In the Roman Collusium
They made the statium using logs
Two by fours steel beams
Pvc pipes
They sewed together
Ten large tents to make the
Top of the ceiling
They wanted a uniform
Top, the engereeners
Would be awarded for
There craftiness
This might be the beganning
Of some of these guys careers
We want to have this type
Of night for all to remember
We used folding chairs
The heat coming from the
Ground wasbscented
By hickory. They had
Grills below
Were some folks
Cooked bbq
Generates made lights
And the soundmen for the evening
Categories:
loaders, business, character, farm, jobs,
Form: Ballade
Crime Don’t Pay,
Freeloading Does
Written: by Miracle Man
11-5-2019
Too many are obsessed,
with today’s free stuff.
To this kind of talk,
some take exception and rebuff.
Oblivious to the fact,
and without even a hunch.
That another pays the bill
for every free lunch.
What many fail to see,
is everything comes with a price.
But free loaders don’t pay,
and that makes it nice.
They know this to be true,
but many won’t say it.
I say you made the debt,
be responsible and pay it.
Categories:
loaders, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
When the larynx shifts
(a caviling bone) darts for cover,
as if caught in its bell tower
with a high-powered rifle.
I see his desperate need to talk.
those damn people,
ingrates, free-loaders, punks.
Salty epithets march up and down his throat,
as if menacing the very fabric
of his Adam's apple.
Behind his eyes
the damned are piling up.
We are out here alone,
just him and me, and this anger
strangling his windpipe.
He once carried a buddy
out of a kill zone,
but not much of himself,
just this bitter slanguage.
I want to grab hold of him,
hug him close,
let him talk it all out,
allow his words
to spill out of their foxholes.
Then break some ciabatta with him,
some Ligurian olives and chianti,
share a dirty joke
between wine sweetened gums.
Categories:
loaders, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Socialism
My Opinion
Tom
8-1-2019
Politicians promise anything to get, or stay, elected,
Socialism won’t save the world and should be rejected.
They endeavor to convince others that their role is in sync,
Armed with opinions, and like armpits, most stink.
I wonder how many promises we might see fulfilled,
By those pushing socialism, some quite skilled.
We elect foul mouthed people who should be curbside,
As our country continues on its downhill slide.
The things socialist’s espouse appear downright crazy,
Intended to capture the vote, of the free seeking lazy.
There are no free lunches, affixed to everything is a price,
While the free loaders pay nothing, others will sacrifice.
You can’t eradicate poverty by bringing the rich down,
This kind of socialist thinking is just a legal shakedown.
Just take from the haves because a have not feels slighted,
Give them a seat at the table so they won’t feel uninvited.
Categories:
loaders, anxiety, culture, how i
Form: Rhyme
When someone sneezes, we say God Bless you!
With others we know, we say, may say have a good
day.
When we see some of the best poems here,
we say nothing?
It's so cold,when 60 visits to a poem have
visits with no comnents.
I don't know the visitors!
I never want to either, no, not me.
Just small minded, cold and hearts
the size of a pea.
Most of us know the time each of us take
to create a genuine poem.
So why not type thank you at least??
Are you that unthankful at a caring poet feast!
A total three second process, holy cow?
Why not give an uncommented poem
at least a wow?
After all a human being wrote it.
Can't you be a true poet and show it!
Use your keyboard today, say thank you.
Can't you give a poem more than a walk-
through?
You might bring a smile to a poet's face.
Not recognizing another?
So tragic and a total disgrace!
*Not on the poem or the poet! The onus
falls directly on them, the poet free-
loaders.. Yes, them.*
Panagiota Romios
4/13/2019
Categories:
loaders, inspiration, poets,
Form: Rhyme
All dressed in matching shirts, belt buckles and ties,
The big black boots made from leather,
And their pride and joy, sitting upon their head,
With the biggest brim, leather strap and a feather.
There’s headers and tractors, sprayers and drills,
Harvesters, loaders, and ploughs,
And the thousands of farmers, from this region,
All walk around and casually browse,
This new equipment for barley, sugar, or wheat
For fields of canola or fruit,
And a special buy is the new dog box, that simply sits,
Right on the back of their ute.
This is the site where farmers meet once a year,
Wheeling and dealing a rural parlay,
The hundred hectare paddock, transformed into,
The Henty Farm Machinery Field day.
Categories:
loaders, community, farm, today,
Form: Quatrain
angst, feelings, immigration, racism, retirement, slam, today,
My Cloud Nine by Didee ©
Eh, get off of my cloud you silly narrow minded fools
I never put out a ‘for rent sign’ and I make up the rules
My fluffy pure white cloud may leak if it becomes too reedy
Many free-loaders climbed today saying they are the needy
I was the original caretaker making this place float upright
It is my inspirational thoughts that bound and kept it tight
As a one-man sanctuary with a (all-time) lease signed My Cloud Nine
Circling here and there with no stops making for little lost time
I, I and I are just ‘we’ and carry on well with no house keeping
It is you, him, her, and other hitch-hikers causing this here meeting
Take all of you off and far beyond and be gone from this man’s space
And find another cloud to 'share' and feed upon from your own human race.
Categories:
loaders, angst, feelings, immigration, racism,
Form: Free verse
The first snow of the year, fell hard and fast
Creating a winter wonderland to last
Snow flakes danced as wispy winds blew
Snow drifts piled three feet high and flew
Capturing the view so breathtaking, I could've cried
Misting eyes held, by nature’s design,
A beautiful scenery as those seen in dreams
The schools were closed, the theaters too
Most stayed at home, hardly a soul on the streets
Tall oak branches laden with snow
Gave in to gravity’s continuous pull
The power was out, all restaurants closed
Salt trucks, front end loaders plowed the roads
The fireplace lit brought much glow and warmth
When sleep strolled in, I laid down to dream, and
Thought, “tomorrow is another day”.
Categories:
loaders, faith, inspirational, life, nature,
Form: I do not know?
The nectar feeder is refilled,
The humming birds have found it.
They dip and dive, compete for space
In ecstasy around it.
They soar with swift abandon
As thought their route preplanned.
How they avoid collisions,
I cannot understand.
Two airplanes flying close as this
Would end up in disaster;
But they zoom by in narrow miss
And just keep going faster.
They glisten in the sunlight
Like dew-dipped darting flowers.
Their rainbow hued maneuvers
Keep me entranced for hours.
These bundles of bottled energy
Stop often for refill.
I furnish their fuel freely
And never send a bill.
By: Joyce Johnson
Categories:
loaders, nature
Form: Light Verse
School is out everybody going to have some fun!!
Fall break oh so nice
My home is no longer quiet
Bleep, bleep, zip, zap(Bet you can't guess what this is)
Sirens going horns blowing
Grandson comes to stay
Washes all the blues away
Little boys with toys that are noisy
Like loaders that push up daisy
Little boys soon will be grown
Out with a job and on their own
Wife, children and responsibilites
That is life with realities
Categories:
loaders, family, holiday, imagination, life
Form: Rhyme
Daddy does drive Deere's down
while working with wheeled
loaders, loud loader loading
the trash trailer, timely.
Ride rocky, ride(roof, roof)
backing, beeping, buzzing.
Categories:
loaders, animals, father
Form: Alliteration