Long Dump truck Poems

You know when I think about it now and what I have to do,
a lot of you folk out there would have a bit of envy too;
you see I'm a 'lacky' for a vet, well...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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Sitting by the bay during a weekday watching the water I thought a manatee I observed
Just beneath the surface, it came up for just a few seconds and didn’t reemerge. 
I followed it with my...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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Big trucks rolling down the market street
blowing their horn in the crowded street
Big trucks going around, I have no clue where they are bound, they swirl and turn rocking the people`s nerve, big horn, big...

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If my heart breaks and there’s no one around
Does it still make a sound
Does it still fall to the floor
And shatter on the ground
And if I buy a million rolls of duck tape
And a dump...

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Once, 
About ten minutes ago in the year 
2006 or 
2549, depending upon which avatar or
 Messiah is consulted, I  
 Tumbled out of my bed to the 
Untranslatable 
Predawn
 Cackle of 
Frantic voices
Descending.
...

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Hanging out with me may be whatever,
But talking to me,
When you really begin talking to me....
It's just like a flip is switched..
Or I flip some kind of a switch all of a sudden
And quite unexpectedly
And...

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People with all the bad things happening
Doom is on its way
With all the people on the run 
Is heaven gonna come

Again nuclear warnings, global warming
North Korea here to free us
Alktha accusations apolitical, What
And is President...

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Eye Liner pencil, cell phone accessible music stream; 
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
 Knees and toes...
It would appear those two extremities’ are operating this motor vehicle
While under the influence
Inebriated-by 
The sobering aspects that are this...

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In my backyard is my children's sand box 
With a lid to keep out contamination.
In it is the finest sand.
This is where my children use their imagination
To build make believe accommodations
They use a toy dump...

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When he was born his Daddy knew he would need
certain things to maintain and operate
the place within a means that was suitable for
people to remain within a said budget they would create.
We piled fourty seven...

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I look out the window at the tree
in the back yard next door
just behind a small yellow house.
Its crown is still green, but I 
know leaves will fall. 

A dump truck
with a flashing yellow strobe
crawls...

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...happening today

She watched me tilt my head and look eyedrops into each eye and shuddered, saying "I can't do that" I looked at her in disbelief! She, recovering from her 3rd fall, same wrist broken...

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When I was Seven, 
Six of us piled in to a shiny
New Buick. 
“A quick errand across town” 
It was hot
I fell asleep. 
I was awoken 
By the screams.
A dump truck had eaten 
us up...

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If You Live By The Sword 
Then You Die By The Sword 
          How do you explain that to a child?
Do on to others as they...

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She speculated in the morning that the dump truck might not come.
But it did.
So she worried that it might fall apart in front of her driveway, blocking her in,
But it did not.
She then speculated that...

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Pitiful to See a City Full

Is there a limit to how much you can be gullible
If I were to say to you that I was infallible
Error or mistake for me is impossible to make
After you...

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They dressed in the garment of back in the day
Scampered up our walk with a happy hey hey
Are those chipmunks? My husband asked a bit askance.
They surely are, I replied, doing a happiness dance!

What are...

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Requiem lost within the ever after frown,
and it's down;
glorious fluff a flutter and a raining,
to the dust, my lungs farewell.

For cancer, nay a zodiac's best friend
and it's cursed horoscope, to end-
public breathing projects,
public drinking projects
and...

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Pretend Play
 

As the day approaches an early dawn
I watch you playing out in the lawn
With your bulldozer you made a road
For the dump truck with the heavy load
You’re so cute playing out on your...

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Saving the World

I wanted to write a poem
That would change the world.
Incite deep thought.
Spur others to action!
Save the world!

I could see my words
Crossing swords with evil perps!
Scathing missiles unleashed from the
Molten fires of my sharp...

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I wanted to be a ballerina with a dump truck.
A pink tutu with frothy petticoats and a red and white dump truck.

If I could not have that,
I wanted to be a newspaper reporter with a...

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When I was young I had two horses,
A gelding and a mare.
The gelding's name was "The Cheyenne Star",
With a temperament so fair.

The mare, her name was Candy,
She was anything but sweet.
She looked just like a...

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