I have received a lot of unexpected sad news from friends lately
- But this shocked me -
I came home from town and my neighbor with her younger daughter approached me
She asked, did you hear? I said what?
She told me her husband died in a tractor trailer accident!
As I was responding, her daughter suddenly started hugging me and would not let go!
I kept hugging her tightly and kept talking as my mind tried to absorb the shocking news
A heavy sadness consumed me
I told them I know what loss is like and gave all the positive advice and support I could
For some reason the world seemed small
Just the 3 of us standing there as pain lingered in the air
- God Bless Them -
Heidi Sands
3/7/26
(C)opyright
First motion is practiced at sunrise
With devout courage and humble strength,
Unobserved, unguided, and alone.
First motion glides over the accent.
Some say swan dive, some jack-knifed tractor trailer,
Balanced graceful as a feather on the sharp edge of a sword.
First motion goes down with a karma chaser.
Repeat until you leave with empty pockets.
First motion isn’t drunk, just happy-go-lucky.
First motion is taken as given,
Today, and the day after today, and tomorrow.
Having so prepared, one is ever poised to face battle.
As Prince Arjuna knows, this world is no place for pussies.
The calm lake woke up suddenly
On an all consuming day
Received its first visitor from above
A truck, a tractor trailer fell from the sky
Crashed!...An accident perhaps
A high ridge to sharp
A curve too narrow
It split open like an egg on impact
Tons of noodles scurried out
Boiled up soft in high noon heat
Lunch fell over Summer over time
A waterfall shaped like a ladle
Cascading noodles watered down
Well done for sure and swirled
But what about the driver?
The sun said, I'll take two scoops
Save the rest for later
We'll see what the lake stirs up
A tractor trailer with slats and moos
pulls up at a city slaughterhouse.
The driver pulls the wrong lever
and two thousand pounds
of trotting cattle go for an easy
ramble down the street.
Cop cars follow in no hurry.
Police don’t have lassos and
wouldn't know how to use them.
The cattle stop for a snack in a park
where homeless men and women often
spend the day on benches talking
until the cops decide to round them up.
The homeless people eye the cattle
and the cattle munch and eye the homeless.
This is the last escape for the cattle
but homeless people never know if
tomorrow or the next day could be theirs.
Donal Mahoney
Well twenty whales met ten goldfish at rush hour on the A9 but the heavily congested B85 was chewing on some straw that had fallen off a bridge. Hay deepens a drag from a nomadic tractor-trailer. And a speedboat carries cows on pleasure cruises around and around the fields. Ah look arriving is a smiling trough. Good. Trotting trotters tantrically tasting talismanic thoughts. And a bud rises. And a rose dances with a thistle. Pistols are prevalent in tall trees in blossoming canopies. And a fisherman rushes to catch a very large pike in a biscuit tin. Hahahaha figs waving in wild water in a dingy. Hahahaha watertight way. Hahahaha sundown eclipse button. Chanting caterpillar xxxx agnostic ant. Xxxx territoriality *** z.
She was married to a squirrel named Earl.
And Earl was later buried along side her
grave.She wore a mud pack upon her face.
To cover up all the horrifying disgrace.
And when she walked across the town.A
tractor trailer ran her down.And now she
rest in peace.Along side her husband Earl,
who died the same day of a rare disease.
Breakfest in bed,for the Duke of Earl,who
was a squirrel,and whos mother's true
name was Pearl."Earl was a squirrel" ,she
repeatably said,and long before she was
hit in the head.By a humongous tractor
trailer truck.Just a dented up fender,and
a cremation certificate.For the old lady
under the hill.You can talk about life,and
you can talk about death.But life was
nothing more than a thrill.For the old lady
under the hill..
Humorous Death Story Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010.2016..All rights reserved
Travel Time Tropics Trip Tepid Temperature Tourist Town
Tunnel Toll Ticket Taker Taxi Token Transit Trail Transport Truck
Tractor Trailer Train Track Trouble Test Terror Turf Tribal Territory
Tender Trap Tricky Terms Tete-a-Tete Try Translate Think Talk
Tongue Tied Timebomb Ticking Tamper Temper Trinket Trade
Twinkle Tax Theft Taken Treasure Total Thoroughly Trounced
Twice Thrice Twine Tie Tight Together Torn Trousers
Tree Twig Too Thin Trusty Tool
Thundering Typhoon Tempest Temblor Titanic Turbulence
Turbid Torrents Twirling Twisting
Trembling Threatening Thrilling Thriving Thirsting Throbbing
Thirsty Throat Twilight Terrace Tecate Tavern Two Tequilas
Tres Tacos Tasty Tortillas Three Tequilas Ten Tequilas
Table Tab Tip Tina Tawdry Trollop Tattoo Taboo Toe Tap
Tickle Tease Trumpeting Tunes Tenor Tones
Talented Troubadours The Texas Tornados
Topsy Turvy Tick Tock Tardy Time
Tiresome Testimony Tall Tale
Thankful Thoughts
Totally Transgressed
Tumultuous
Traveler
Refrigerated white clad knight
A thousand horses pull
With their might, prancing 'pon the road
Cargo hull loaded full
Up and down the expressway roam
See vehicles and roads
Rarely getting to visit wife
And place of home's abode
Same billboards everyday stored in
Memory~packed away
Loners tucked in but need escape
Complex puzzle at play
Inspired by a tractor/trailer truck
on the expressway.....
Five Arab Men
In the dead of night, asleep in my bed
Suddenly, upon a hill as bright as day
A vision before me, or am I misled
On this asphalt road,to the left, a tractor trailer stands
Waiting as if impatient
Cloisters, old fort on the right, playing of the bands
Down below, a city of black glass skyscrapers rise
As if by an artist hand, shooting into the sky
To stand beside this scene may not be wise
The front of the vehicle, watches over the city
And midway beside the machine, I stand
A lamb to the slaughter, do not pity
I must go, it is my destiny
Walk to cab of vehicle, five Arab sitting
As if waiting for a sign
Uneasy feeling taking hold of me
Hurry back some distance, still close
Step out , two men coming
Men look intensely in my direction
Overcome with fear, I stand my ground
Cannot see me, as a spirit in the night
Walk right through me, as if blind
Climb in vehicle, remove tarpaulin
A long-range ballistic missile, so unkind
Unhurried action, missile moves
Pointing to the sky
Must wake up, must not see what is yet to come
William Morrissey 6/5/01
Because of a jackknifed tractor-trailer up ahead,
vehicles on this highway has been stopped cold dead.
The radio traffic report came on a little late.
That is the reason for my ignominious fate.
I had to use the highway to get to the liquor store.
I ran out of beer, so I had to get some more.
Therefore, I will be stuck here for quite some time.
The way some people drive seems like a big crime.
Wait a minute! I see a female that is sublime.
She is in a little foreign job a few cars from me.
This attractive redhead appears as cute as can be.
Hello there carrot top! Yes, I am talking to you!
Why don’t you come over here and have yourself a brew?
Alone in the zone while i'm cruising down the highway, duck and dodge D.O.T cause they
never
see it my way, steering clutched as i down shift three gears 80,000 thousand on my back no
time for weak fears, petal to the metal while i fly through tight curves, swarve the wheel hard
right for what i saw, horrible accident right there in front of me tractor trailer plows a car NO
crash dummies. Feel sorry for the family in their state of mourning, but this load is due in
CALI around 8 in the mourning.....
Moral of this story give tractor trailers the room they deserve, stop cutting us off at the last
minute.
P.S. Just a heads up i won't kill myself to save your ignorant ass, cut me off and the slam on
the breaks if you want and you'll have 80,000 pounds of PETERBUILT IN YOUR ASS
(This is a fictional poem)
My son was in the road and a tractor-trailer couldn't stop in time.
The driver ran over my boy and he broke this heart of mine.
My wife and I should've been watching him but we were having an argument.
When you get right down to it, we were being negligent.
We were arguing because money is something we lack.
But no amount of money can bring my boy back.
My wife and I cry everyday because we can find no reason to go on.
We've seen how superficial it is to fight over money now that he's gone.
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