Long Carting Poems

 A French ‘Indianist’ Doctor: A Tribute to a Die-hard Humanist
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All for the price of a dozen eggs,
America stands on shaky legs.
Globally, the claim is heard ~
"The US ~ laughingstock of the world,"
as daily, we star in our very own theater of the absurd.
Said the...

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Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being in the slammer. She'd shot the louse in the stomach...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in...

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For thirty years I’ve been a truckie who has driven far and wide,
Carting goods through day and night all across the countryside…
But hours spent upon the road, do not permit a set routine,
When it comes...

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In a job where time and motion had an impact that was nil,
I was introduced to modern trends that mentioned soon I will,
but I could buck the system if I chose, by opening up me...

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I was carting horse manure in a trailer that’s on loan.
I’m driving on the back roads ‘cause I know that I am prone,
to be courting a disaster if I take a major road,
with no brake...

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Light minded people say I’m an uppity darkie
They color me bad, 
with a black face, felt pen Sharpie
Vanilla voices downright don’t like
the audio sounds of this mouthy darkie
They say I’m way too uppity,
don’t know what...

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As the gossiping canary sat on the wharf 
Watching the west ham going forth 
“Off to mingle” 
Thackray said who was single 
“With the white lilies”
Forgetting about the wolves who were very chilly 
No goals...

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driving down the street jamming out to the beat 
not knowing what we were about to meet 
the next thing i knew i had fallen asleep 
waking up to the screeching of tires 
i pinched...

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Sinking feeling springs eternal...
courtesy sucker punched by vehicular travails

Truckload of banshees muffled
as more'n yours truly wails
he feels wheely tired
as one after another
significant snafu devilish

troublesome impish of the
poe pervert car -
tell driver unveils
scarier than Stephen
King's macabre...

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Within the sketch of a house top my hair laid.
In bewilderment on the street I saw a disarrayed
feet for the clarion's call.
Not in honour of a man in metallic monster for life
restore or death gain.
Nor...

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Devotion  Poem - Our Dance       (For Jim)

           
You are the first and last poems
    God...

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Linda with the crippled fist.
Knarl to her smile.
Walking with the slightest limp.
Cap held on in style.

Moving like an Engineer.
Cane to shrug her on.
Spectacles of smiling eyes.
Pain as good as gone.

On her way to see a...

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Gifting dreams of hope to my eyes, he vanished in a flash
Carting away the treasure of sorrows, leaving mirage a trash

Thorns of grief were, in all, the earning on whose part
Left a delightful rose in...

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My call 
My ravine call 
I noise it, but couldn't go pass me 
though the thief pass me by 
Carting away the whiteness of my eyes 
My view of pride 
I used to be, the...

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I can hear the dozers in the distance,
droning across another mountain top.
Someone needs one hundred ton of wood-chips,
so dozer droning never seems to stop.

I can hear the chainsaw in the distance,
trimming down logs to load...

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Son, I talk you life:
be not eunuch by being,
dream peace and bring to realm,
trace your grace and dance your chance;
in your name you fame.

O Child, dwell well in yours, I tell.
I love shame not. Oh...

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To my hero,
Silent and heard.
To my Army manlet,
 Make your country proud.
To my tard,
Sorry, but you'll always be one.
To my opponent,
Sorry for all the arguments… that you lost!
To my chauffeur, 
Thanks for carting me around.
To...

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Dirranbandi River

Dirranbandi river,  grows the cotton,
Waiting for the rains to come,
Dig into the sandy bottom, 
Fill your bucket, water some,

Three years of drought,
And then the flood it comes,
Brown snakes are swimming all about,
See the...

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We’re monopolized by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
absorbed by the clutter of the food tray.

Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom, uncomfortably numb.

Anesthetized – we fear...

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Present, but not independent, 
Of societal flows, expectations, 
Not understanding sisterhood, 
Out with reachability and love. 

Together with a voice each, 
But screeching sometimes, 
In a soft note or look away, 
Fondling community law. 

Hard...

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How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces

Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of...

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How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces

Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of...

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How Blissful Thy Smiles Honey
In Thy First Lob Into My Arms
The Grin Of Thy Upturn'd Mouth So Sweet
When We Dissolve In Blended Embraces

Thy People Produce The Best Of Raffia Wines
When I Taste The Sweet Of...

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