Expediter Poetry

[ATeam]

Lawrence, Dreamer, et al,

Is there on EO a place for expediter poetry? If not, might there be?

A trucker at rest is pleased today
Six thousand miles, at good pay
He'll roll again but not today
He is at rest. That is his way.

Into a store he peacefully goes,
to be among books, rows and rows.
Into the air come words of a show.
Poets will read. Words will glow.

Who are these Texans who don't wear boots?
They come to read poems? What a hoot!
He sits in the back, easy to scoot.
Who are these Texans who don't wear boots?

They read their poems, each in turn.
The trucker's mind begins to churn.
Words can flow in a new way.
This trucker wrote a poem today!

More about this on my blog, yesterday's entry.

 

[gotta go]

The Dance

For some,
The straight road
Sings a siren song.
For us,
The curves speak
The language of love.
As we swing
And sway,
Following the contours
Of the highway,
We dance,
My truck and I

 

[Lawrence]

Nice...anyone else?

 

[jujubeans]

Across the plains, the breezes sigh
against unfettered cloudless skies
Spring brings eternal hope at best
as the clods of dirt do meet the test

I plant my garden far too soon
with the almanac and moon
The whimsy of the blowing grass
makes the heart soar of this lass

The cold blast of winter is in the past
I jump for joy as it didn't last
Tis my time to rejuvenate
and see my flowers upon the gate

The tender bulbs reach for the sun
to watch them grow is my kind of fun
Birds are singing in the trees
Oh lordy now, my aching knees!

 

[Ragman]

Here I sit broken hearted . . .

 

[cheri1122]

Here I sit broken hearted . . .

I enjoyed the poetry, and hoped to see more, but your mocking jest probably killed any chance of that.
Piper was right: EO gets more like the CB all the time. Click.

 

[ATeam]

I laughed long and loud at Ragman's post. It need not take the thread off track.

 

[ATeam]

A rhyme in time,
a stitch in nine.
Mixed up it is,
this head of mine.

 

[ATeam]

There is a woman on this Earth,
my wife, my love, my second birth.
We drive a truck, she and I,
hauling freight, far and nigh.
There is a woman on this Earth,
[FONT=&quot]my wife, my love, my second birth.[/FONT]

 

[piper1]

Fresh cut grass, the springtime sun
Here I sit, waiting for a run
It's peaceful here, just me and the tree's
A happy spot, to ponder life's mysteries

A colleague arrives, fresh from the road
His truck in shambles, looks very old
He approaches me, quick in step
Good conversation, surely that's next

"They're out to get us!" is his take
"They lie and steal, the promises..fake
I'm going broke, cant afford to run
and truckstop video games, are just no fun"

"Fuel costs too much, eating me alive
I cannot run faster, than 75
I'll be last out, you can bet on that
They'll screw me over, or offer me crap"

"I call and yell, sometimes I swear
Seems like I'm talking, to thin air
I'll give them 3 months, to shape up
If not another carrier, will sign me up"

"You're not complaining, are you a dolt?'"
Done well I say, no hurry to bolt
"You must be, a company cheerleader"
"You drink the Kool-Aid, you are a believer"

No I say, I work within the system
He'll hear none of it, I'm just not listening
An hour passes, my carrier slagged
"I'll show them", he continues to brag

He asks if I, am on EO
A better place, this talk will surely go
"If I ever meet that Soapbox blight
I want to punch him, get in a fight
His rants and raves, from on soap box high
I mean honestly, can you believe that guy?"

Two hours pass, the sun now hot
This guy won't shut up, about how everything rots
The residue, of decals past
Tells me this carrier, won't be his last

The pleasant smell is gone and vanished
To my van I will be banished
As I sit, in the quiet dark
I really question, my spot to park

So if your purpose, is to spout your ills
To be only negative, and spread your swill
If you wish to only, moan and belch
Move on kind sir, to someone else

 

[jujubeans]

She lays upon her lonely bed
wishing her love was home instead
But this life is one we chose
and she knows his love is ere so close

Would that I go back to the road
the closeness shared, the heavy load
the speeding all through the night
as we must get this load right

To share that first coffee cup
and share that food on which we sup
to just reach over and tap his thigh
and on this note, I'll say good night

 

[jujubeans]

Bravo Piper!! Bravo!!!!

 

[ATeam]

Behold the deer, oh so sleek,
beloved by all, gentle and meek.
If only it had a brain in its head,
it would not now be, 'neath my truck dead.

 

[gotta go]

Behold the deer, oh so sleek,
beloved by all, gentle and meek.
If only it had a brain in its head,
it would not now be, 'neath my truck dead.

love it

 

[guido4475]

I enjoyed the poetry, and hoped to see more, but your mocking jest probably killed any chance of that.
Piper was right: EO gets more like the CB all the time. Click.

I don't see it as mocking, but merely just trying to be funny, which I thought it was, and laughed out loud, and still am...Where is youre sense of humor?Even Phil thought it was funny!!

 

[flattop40]

There once was a man from nantucket.
Had a truck so long he couldn't park it.
He tried and tried but to no avail.
He thought for sure he was going to fail.

Finally someone from a near by truck
jumped out and tried to give instruct.
With perseverance and lots of guidance
he parked his truck right beside us.

Bet you thought this was going to be something else didn't ya?

 

[Dynamite 1]

Here i sit all broken hearted
Turned the key and it started
When i put it into gear
My head filled up with my worst fear

The tranny is dead but it was old
My truck of course, will have to be towed
I open up that awful book
Before to long, i'll be on the hook

Luckily the shop was just a hop
Now here i sit watching the cleaners mop
They will get to it when they get back
Since they are at lunch, i'll hit the rack

I go to sleep but soon awake
When i go down stairs they are all on break
The service manager arrives on his little cart
He has come to inform me they have ordered parts

It's now the AM. and my parts are hear
The cost of the repair brings back my fear
My truck will be done around eight
That's a few more hours i'll have to wait

It's finally done and time to go
Guess it's also time to pay them some dough
I stand at the window being held at will
The girls at the printer waiting on the bill

She has the bill and turns around
Upon her face a funny frown
She picks up the phone and makes a call
My bill she proclaims i don't understand at all

She looks at me with a blank stare
I look at her and throw my hands up in the air
A guy shows up, he looks like a thug
He says send all the parts back, it was just a plug

So here i stand in total dismay
My repair won't take all my pay
Now here i sit in my humble abode
Just sitting and waiting for that next load

 

[Jack_Berry]

i see a poetry (snap snap)slam at expo in the parking lot coming. (snap snap snap snap)



anyone own a set of bongo drums or at least have 2 oatmeal cartons we can use?

 

[pelicn]

I try and try
with all my might
but poetry
I just can't write

 

[ATeam]

I try and try
with all my might
but poetry
I just can't write

Delightful!