Short Freight Poems
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I had an idea for a poem
You must trust me - it was great.
I would love to share it with you,
But it left on an outbound freight.
Dreaded dream killer
A freight train loaded with pain
Reduces heart to hope,
Though surviving, don't be fooled
To live, you've gotta move
I once knew a fiddler named jo jo
He chose to live life as a hobo
He traveled with freight
Through city and state
sustained by that musical mojo
Old ships come to die
on a silent beach;
once they ferried freight.
Side by side, they lie
broken hulls; now each
bide their rusty fate.
Image #1
A lady once hailed from Altoona.
A man on a freight train had mooned her.
She speeded away
With just this to say,
"Cold air from a crack is a boomer!"
I was only eight
when I caught the calico box crab freight.
Just a small-town crab-boy in tattered britches,
I found my way to fame and riches,
loaded in a crate.
its like smoke cloud
that loud
as you hear hum moma crown
and a beat
coming down the street
you see the bright light
with faces that bit
its
CITY FREIGHT AND
BOO NIGHT
RoseAnn Malone resolved to lose weight.
She made a list of foods to forsake.
She did well 'till week four
eating more than before.
Airlines had to bill her at the freight rate.
When We Will Fight Freight
We always knew when we will fight,
With our fears full of much freight;
Amount endure,
Are never sure,
And would do with all of our might.
Jim Horn
When People Will Fight
What people will do when they fight,
After experiencing and seeing sight;
Blood and guts;
Bruises and cuts;
Never have forgotten all the freight.
Jim Horn
as you come home
remember your not along
theye're out there
everywhere
be aware we care
don't just stare
so watch that moon light
its end of month in oct.
its
FREIGHT AND SPOOK
NIGHT
There was a virile freight train from South Bend
A sexy caboose he dared to befriend --
He said, "You're my dream"
And let out some steam --
Then poured all his hot coals in her south end
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch
Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack
Freight car
open
voices
interred
The brakeman
singing
"Turn
"Turn
"Turn"
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
Where does a man meet with his fate?
Will he be gone on a midnight freight?
Uneasy answers depend
on questions blowin' the wind.
I pray that God be willin' -
another studio album by Bob Dylan?
Nebuchadnezzar of Babylon
ordered marinara with parmesan.
When he finished up his plate,
he burped and hopped a southbound freight.
Writing history can be a crime,
when you insist that it must rhyme.
Box cars a mile long, rolling all night headed West
Some full, some empty, all singing the same old song
A Cadillac for The King Of The Road
Form:
Leaving on a freight train, don't know where I'm going
Hope I'm alive when I arrive with no bills owing
Halleluya debt free
Simpleness is the key
Spend little, enjoy much and be easygoing
Near San Francisco’s Golden Gate
First to have foghorn that was great
Army siege gun first in the state
Gold rush years many boats aground
With light and gun no loss of freight
New lighthouse time wonderful date
Does anyone know how Jumbo The Elephant died?
Hit by a freight train, succumbed quickly, no dry eyes
Poor thing had no chance
His soul made a ghost dance
People around reacted with sadness, quietly cried
limerick
Have you heard why the farmer named Cork
commandeered a short freight train in York?
When the hoboes from thar
dared reclaim their hay car,
they discovered the pitch of Cork’s fork.
December 1, 2019
1930's Depression time, near the track on the South side of town
In a clump of trees, a few "Bo's" catching " Z's"
Some cooking hobo stew, others waiting to hop a north bound freight
Form:
Take me to the place where my mind can embrace healing grace,
Give me your ear and let me spill out my pain to your face.
Give me your arms stretched out to a a hug oh so tight.
Dazzle my mind while making my fears run with freight.
I tried to sleep, but the trip is long
Now far from home where things went so wrong
This whole train now I call mine
My boxcar upon the line
Bottle of wine, a cork and a song
11-22-19
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I need my silence like I need the air I breathe
away from city noises or louds of any kind
Elsewhere in the world the sound of freight trains
drive the people mad, but here in my home
the sound of silence, makes me whole...
Do you recall where you were at
the day that Johnny raced the bat?
I was but a lad of eight.
A bat shot out of Hell, damned straight.
Johnny flew like an outbound freight.
A front row seat is where I sat
the day that Johnny raced the bat.