Short Wagon Poems
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Wagon roads in mist
Leading down from the crossroads
Out of sight in time
Lost memories no longer give
Journeys that no longer live
Sarcophagus lay in the ditch
the wagon had lost its hitch
dearest mummy was gone
breath renewed by Amon
she befell the wanderer’s itch
Sometimes I feel like Elvis' daddy
The voice of a rock star, a sexy laddie
But then I wake up
And scream “WHAT!”
Soon they'll send for a wagon called paddy
Radio belts out summer tunes
Enticing whiffs of chipwagon attract anyone hungry
Seagulls circling answered the call
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Wagon John was not just another old cowpoke.
In conversation I heeded most words he spoke.
a wagon his home,
wherever he’d roam.
He died alone on the trail without any kinfolk.
With two children inside,
we giggle along the
way to the garden's heart.
Weather-worn, but tough, our
wagon can still bear the
weight of gold potatoes,
watermelon, and love.
6-13-2021
W Plieades
fascinated by the backyard wagon —
it leans against the aged oak.
sloshed with water in Spring,
levity of leaves of Fall,
catching snowflakes in Winter —
on its red tongue.
the backyard wagon waits
for its mannah provision —
longsuffering in God-given faith.
1/18/2018
A heavy load, on your back,
Let it go, just relax,
It's not your weight,
It's all the others,
Pushing their traits,
Onto their lovers,
It's not just you that has this weight,
Millions of others bare it every day,
People throw their flaws and tell you 'have em!'
But just let go, it's a detachable wagon.
Writing is like a runaway wagon...
I start with a destination in mind,
suddenly, thoughts topside take charge.
As my piece is posted, I withdraw the reins.
What I wrote is misinterpreted at will
by a reader who takes off on his own.
And the upshot is: mission blitzed -
my little-read wagon is side-swiped.
written: April 10, 2019
Welcoming red and white canopy
Picnic tables and parasols
Blazing cheerful tunes
Big smile
Warm hello
Fine how do you do
Cheeseburgers, poutine and hotdogs
Hamburgers and fries
Pop then ice cream
To tickle your nostrils
Tease your palate
And taunt your bellies
Late October sunny day, closing up shop
Last chance for fries, burger and a pop
AP: 3rd place 2021
Wagon ruts--those cut backs
Of roads along a ridge
Heal in natural obsolescence,
Heal with rock and wash ripping gullies,
Bearing gnarled root
And jagging teeth of jutting quartz,
Heal with rain and wind
Flinging seed darts to stubble thickets
For holding in a mountain's side,
Heal and vanish from all those
But that old man whose weight
Was of the time and purposes
Of wagon ruts.
Wisdom he passed on to school children in his travels.
Active man with no pretenses.
Good Man that was a recovering alcoholic
Oasis of knowledge.
Nature had captivated his lifestyle.
Joining him in his travels were Sugar Foot his saddle horse.
Offbeat from the mainstream lifestyle.
His home, two covered wagons pulled by six mules.
Negativity had no part of his life.
we heard the wagonwheels
the rattling of the axles
the stinge of the horses
the dust they created
we were unmoved
some became frightened
but most of us knew
what they varmints wanted
we stood back to back to make
sure they weren't getting it
they wanted our gold
and we weren't gonna let them have it!
From the novel Big Tramps Watering Hole
published by Dahiser Hussier
and the Bandchoosen Franchise
New York greetings publishing company
copyrighted 1901.
I started the engine of my wagon
And it began spitting the Fires of Dragon:
Hinckley’s alarming shots at Reagan!
But I kept firing Engine and Wagon,
And didn’t stop mouthing ‘Doggone!’
But they were still Hinckley’s insane bullets for Reagan
A finally vomited me at the Temple of Dagon,
For a Philistine bow by The New Pagan,
Wherefore God sent me a stopping Shagan,
With jealous instructions for me in Legon;
Into Smithereens blowing my wagon,
As idolatrous as Misguided Aaron