Short Cart Poems
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you flll it up
all gift stuff
as you stop and shop
its snow walk slow
mabe your young
old hag
its
CART SHOP
AN BAGS
Albo built a billy-cart..' named it m a d info no 1.!
He's dragged it up to Thredbo.Mates...
Now the whole things came un-done.!
its money some think it funny
to see this man
withhis hands
picking up cans
well its money honey
its in plan
SHOPPING CART CAN MAN
there's eyes or red
don't have a bed
no sleep
need food to eat
they or bold
walk pusthing and stroll
with need pland
the
SHOPPING CART MAN
Zooming, zooming, zooming fast,
I'm racing by in my billy cart,
Had to swerve to miss my dog,
Smashing into a fallen log,
Now I have to wear a plaster cast.
they look like stump
the music make you jump
its in a shopping cot
while they drink a lot
you hear it loud
non stop on the block
from a push cart
bom boxs in a cart
he goes around
singing the sound
he can be found
in midtown
stopping
picking up trash
his mobey where its stach
he smarter then all of them
they call him
SHOOPING CART TIM
Iits a vender stand
some push by hands
all year
you just and wear
vender gear
summer t shirt
winder you sug in clovers
iyou have s stop
mabe near a parking lot
it a
VENDER PUSH CART
Town Car
Limousine
Golf Cart
Handicap
Hole in 1
Sand Wedge
Bunker
Apprentice
Litigation
1 Term
4 Short year's
Reality
Fired
Good luck Joe
You won
It's your problem now
Time to deliver
Your Cart
Brothers, hear me don't judge me.
For repentance in my heart--
Retrieve the rocks you hurled so free.
With love fill the empty cart.
Poetic form: Chastushka
© Dane Smith-Johnsen 11-12-09
When I take the reins of a cart and horse,
The world in an instant slows for a day.
I take pleasure in nature's playful source,
And learn how not to think so far away.
I don't set my sights on the course charted.
The horse plays along, (it's an inborn trait.)
I think sometimes he has me outsmarted;
He takes the path that's little used of late.
sitting there
among the trees
on riverbank
littered with trash
it is filled
with many things
like a kaleidoscope view
of someone’s life
all that is left
of hopes and dreams
fragments of a life
now cast aside
and what were their hopes
and what did they want
what were their dreams
that will never now be
the sum of the life
shattered and torn
all that was left
Listen to poem:
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Pushing a cart
To the beat
Moving gingerly
Down the street
A squeak here
A rattle there
If they stare
You don't care
Destination's
On your mind
It's in front of you
Not behind
A few steps more
You declare
You'll take
Your shoes off
Lie down
On the ground
And breathe
The fresh air
The cart
Is your home
You know
You're not alone
You hear the sound
The Beat of the Cart
Is all around
03/27/12
D.C.
Millions of lonely people
sitting right next to each other
never saying a word
to one another.
Fearful of starting over
fearful of not being good enough
or pretty enough.
Fearful of being conned
Fearful of rejection
Fearful of wading into the murky waters of a new age heart.
Millions of lonely hearts, flitting past one another.
So afraid of disrespecting their dead soulmate.
Companionship is just a rusty shopping cart away.
Snow flakes
Tapping glass
One by one,
Scraping silence
From the pane of autumn’s stare
Where they gather
In mute reflections,
Like moths to a flame
Blustering into chaotic rhythm
White upon light,
Cart-wheeling crystals
Frozen in free
Falling eddies now
Gathering upon a wind,
In violent whiteout
As a fire stares
Back from beyond the hearth
A sentinel
Of warmth bearing
Witness to fair warning
From an army of
Snow
In that strip mall, The Breakfast Cart smiles
with morning fare crafted from scratch
as diners rush for untold miles
for ham and eggs that are a perfect match.
Rustic art coats each wall
with metal chickens and old ad signs
some so large, while others so small
as I soak in the comfort of these designs.
Many diners visit each day
to visit dear friends and to sit and chat
since the bargain prices are little to pay
and the setting is truly a Welcome doormat.
Hello I am Dollar Store Diva
Saturday is my shopping day
I take my friend Steve-ah
We are heading your way
We used to get a cart full
But now there are only three
Used to be fourteen
Most have been borrowed by likes of me
I take them to my apartment
Just whizz them around the room
Want to cart ride at my house?
You’d better get there soon
I have heard a rumor
The police are on their way
I am tossing them out the window
Jail fines I cannot afford to pay.
The road sweepers
Giggled happily
While collecting and carrying rubbish
With a one wheel cart
The construction workers
Sweated heavily
While collecting and carrying bricks
With a one wheel cart
As children
We played secretly
With the one wheel cart
Carrying inside a little girl as a bride
And the cart rolled and rolled
Until it disappeared from our eyes
Together with our child brides
Maybe with only some heartbroken memories left
To this progressive world
Squeeze! the Old Man, riding on his cart,
thoughtless people block his way as he tries to put in park.
Switch goes up, switch goes back, he's circling all around,
Lets hope he parks it soon enough, I think I see a frown.
I often see those riding carts & they really make me think,
to ride for fun would be a blast, to depend on would really stink.
Help the man, move out the way, don't stand there & observe,
He's trying hard to be on his way, respect is well deserved.
Behold today your name
engraves my sky
Indeed my eyes your face
alone espy
You own my mind no matter
how I try
To stay alive to issues
lurking by.
Alone my world was empty
and a gloom
With you my life compares
to August bloom
Alone I only craved a
peaceful tomb
With you my fortunes wallow
now in boom.
A vow I make to live within
your heart
A sword or speech can
never pull apart
My hand in yours together
we depart
To paradise on lovely
lovers' cart.