Short Lorries Poems

Our Lorries on roads don’t worry 
Moving slow like not in hurry 
Traffic in peak hours so sorry...

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so bitter and so sweet
here comes the lorries
the sky that we greet
yes the red dawn darling...

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in the
Land Down Under
as far as the eyes can see
a beautiful sunset of lorries
there nesting in trees...

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clear-eyed springs
unfold her wings
trumpet the joyful
sound of
cherry blossom trees
while
sharing her 
branches 
with
shiny black yellow 
and
red breasted
lorries of the spring
oh lord
when 
i
hear heaven sing...

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On the bleak street
not a blade of grass,
only dust 
from the lorries,
the cement mixers.
A year later
I see a bud appearing,
by Autumn
this one golden blade
has grown tall.

The sound of a swishing oat seed
cheers me up
in grubby flatland....

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CHOKE POINT

Our roads are at choke point 
as traffic descends into gridlock chaos. 
Cars, lorries, buses and vans 
all bumper to bumper in a traffic 
jam ten miles long. This is a vision 
of the technological world 
in which we live where both man 
and machine grind to a halt....

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We are Black Ants: how many times must lorries grind us?
Before we get extinct!

How many times must chickens peck on us?
Before the number is reduced!

How many times must our kind mourn?
Before our rights are guaranteed!

How many times must floods flash us away?
Before the world knows we exist!...

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We cowboys on this side of the pond
  Get out of bed with boots and spurs on
To ride our bucking bronco golden stallions
  As you mount your nags on the weak side of the ocean

Yes, we snicker as you call elevators 'lifts'
  And your truckers call a semi a 'lorry'
But daring to call a cop or a smokey a 'bobby' ~
  Odds bodkins, bloke! Please say that you're sorry!...

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