"truckin" poems
An apple a day
doesn't keep the doctor away
but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer
and a penny saved isn't a penny earned
but a penny earned is a penny saved
I'm not trying to burst your bubble
I'm just trying to break the ice
I'm just trying to cut to the chase
an apple a day
doesn't keep the doctor away
and a penny saved isn't a penny earned
but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer
and a penny earned is a penny saved
early to bed early to rise
all depends on daylight savings
don't look a gift horse in the mouth
because
An apple a day
doesn't keep the doctor away
but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer
and a penny saved isn't a penny earned
but a penny earned is a penny saved
It's the elephant in the room
why, it's easy as pie
even though an apple a day doesn't keep the doctor away
those with money can afford a doctor and can eat apples
and if one earns money for a living
well that's cash right there that can be saved
for the future
an apple a day
doesn't keep the doctor away
and a penny saved isn't a penny earned
but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer
and a penny earned is a penny saved
Every cloud has a silver lining
It's not brain surgery
It ain't all that it's cracked up to be
Just keep on truckin
yes, please keep your shirt on
because money doesn't grow on trees
Go out on a limb
go earn that penny
go save that penny
because
An apple a day
doesn't keep the doctor away
but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer
and a penny saved isn't a penny earned
but a penny earned is a penny saved
and nobody wants Elvis to leave the building
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Romance on the road
Watch as the story unfolds
Truck Driver Mike has a wife at home
But he is constantly on the road, so there is always a possibility of roam
It was on Interstate 95 Truck stop called “Resting Easy”
Truck driving Mike met Susan, but known on the highway as Cruisin Sue
It was love at the rest pit
There are all kinds of words that would fit
Yet Mike and Susan became a couple that was it
At one point, they were driving traveling together
Mike and Susan were inacceptable like no other
They were even known on the road
The blinking truck headlights were always a signal of behold
Meanwhile, Mike’s wife often wondered if there was something going on with Mike
Mike’s wife name being Jennifer often felt uptight
Then later, there was suspicion with evidence being a clue
Jennifer was determined she had a divorce papers that need to pursue
When Mike came back from traveling on the road, he did confess
Yet Mike’s wife could care less
Jennifer decided she was ready to move on
She was going to let Mike continue trucking along
Jennifer felt a new beginning is where she belonged
Cruisin Sue and Mike finally got married
How long did the marriage last, I won’t tell
I will just let your heart swell
Keep on truckin with on the road again.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Standing by the road side
Thumbing a ride
Sleeping Bag, Backpack
And...Guitar on my back
Heat rolls off the Highway
Like Hallucinogenic Waves
Found a Roach in my pocket
Got me through the Day
Nothing but 70s Buick's...
And Cadillac's Roll By
On the on ramp to I-80
Rolling on to West Skies
A wish for a fast ride's best
Been up for 36 Hours
Popping Little White Crosses
Nothing Passing by but...
Military bosses.........
A VW Micro-bus pulls up
With a Band of Tie Died, Dead
Heads, cranking Jerry Garcia
The smoke the bowl, Kept on Toking
Greatful Dead played "Keep on Truckin' "
I Rolled off some Riffs, along with the Band
Flyin' 300 miles in that beat up old Van
My head got mellow, with these fine Fellows
They Dropped me off in the cool of the Night
And all I saw of them was their Red Tail Lights...1/27/15
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
every time you come into town
you toss things around
making a giant mess.
i've always missed you so much
and you are always gone
so long...
you come home
for a week or two
and we're kids again
walking home in the rain
laughing and swimming through the
downpour.
every time you come home I
drown
in memories
and I love you all over again.
the bad blood never stains,
it's the good memories i can never
wash out.
every time you come home
we drown in each other
till
sooner or
later
memory lane dead ends and
it's time for you to go
again.
i'm always so surprised when
you pack up and keep on truckin without
batting an eye
see ya
so long
see you around thanksgiving
like it's a day away.
and the pain in my chest is worse
then it was the first
second
or third time.
i'll never learn
and
i'll fall for it
every time.
how unfair of you
being the one that gets away
again
and again
and again
and....
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
His warmth seems to come through.
It shows in all his videos.
Where you'll find the coolest Temptations wearing a smile?
His false falestta hid his tenor tones.
But in the songs his voice made them rings.
Whether it was Paul Williams or David Ruffin singing.
Even when he was out front you reconized the man.
Eddie Kendricks smile was front and center.
It's part of his personality you'll remember.
From Why You Wanna Make Me Blue?
All the way to Just My Imagination too.
You felt the sincerity with each song.
Even during his solo years.
You still felt a connection to him.
From Honey Brown to Keep On Truckin'.
You realize his importance.
Berry Gordy founded Motown that's true.
Except Eddie Kendricks contribution help it to grow.
This a lot of fans show recognized and know.
It just wasn't Smokey.
Even those he help everybody's along.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
I'm am an anon but not by name,
I am a number in this sick *** game,
the idea of anon can never die but that fails to matter if you fall for the lies,
that 99 and tea party are "career protesters"
that anon was a hacker group and not concerned by world matters,
I was in the war on chat predators and human traffickers,
you hailed us as saviors and questioned you're masters,
an unincorporated trust in response to calls from the helpless,
now has a corporate office and a hit list in public?
think and question that's the first step,
sneak or protest that's the first test
and as for our goals you're it,
keep truckin were pullin but can't do the rest,
not alone....
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
i always wanted to write about the true heroes
It's not about hockey stickers or football kickers;
face punchers, these million-dollar-heroes, they manifest no social change
It's about us the people, it's about you and me
It's about free givers who give of themselves for the good of mankind
It's about free changers who freely make change for the good of mankind
That's it, hmmm, changers and free givers?
Oh yes! Free changers in the face of diversity
and against any form of oppression,
never be apathetic to what is right
Never become fearsome in knowing what is right
Stand up for all your brothers and sisters,
here on our delicate planet earth
Say never to the numbskulls, who disbelieve in change,
even at times trying to educate some
When hearts go forth and attach to others
is the beginning of a selfless human being
When the sun never seems to rise,
join other heroes along the way
Everyday count your blessings what you and I fought for
Altruistic motivation is the greatest catalyst for real heroism,
take advantage of it my heroes and potential heroes;
i love you guys, keep on truckin'
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
The darkness fades the embers re-lit
keep on truckin or will you quit?
horizon is right above those hills
so don't reach for the alcohol or the pills
life's not for one hitter quitters
life's about love, the jump that kills
the feelin that shoots down your spine
Chills
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC
I got to see your face tonight,
isn't it amazing how technology works?
Although I don't like to say, "got", really,
because it doesn't sound too poetic, really,
and it would only be true if I had you.
Sure, I was given a chance to see your face,
and that gift I would gladly take anyway, anyday.
But I wish I could behold you in person,
have you next to me.
It's only that you are out there, while
I am in here... see?
What's the use in complaining though,
who am I to distress?
I have so many blessings,
in the scheme of things,
this is but a
tiny test.
So I'll just keep truckin',
as the people seem to say,
and rejoice in the comfort that
we'll see each other soon,
some day.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
It's a bright new world and I forgot my own name
I've been running in circles but I still can't complain
I met this kid who thought like I did
It was weird when I looked, like "Hey, we're the same."
He was just my height and the same length hair
He was brown, I was white but, hey we didn't care
We had the same religious views and knew exactly what to do
If one day we wanted to disappear
His best friend then was sort of a *****
He kept getting in our business 'cause he thinks he's the ****
We had each other's back and we never gave up
When the going gets tough ya' just gotta' keep truckin' and
It's a bright new world and I forgot my own name
I've been running in circles but I still can't complain
I met his kid who thought like I did
It was weird when I looked, like "Hey, we're the same."
Now he had a few chicks who wouldn't leave him alone
They were threatened by my face 'cause they're forever alone
And when they'd see me with him they'd cry and complain
Like holy **** their life would never be the same
But forever we stick together
Nothing could forever and ever be better
And when you ask how we do it we say
"When the going gets tough ya' just gotta' keep truckin'," and
It's a bright new world and I forgot my own name
I've been running in circles but I still can't complain
I met this kid who thought like I did
It was weird when I looked, like "Hey, we're the same."
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Everyday's the same, same old crap, same old wonder
New day is dawning, morning bright, a day to plunder
Welcome to the real world, one away from heady dreams
Yet still ripe with stargaze and colour and off-of-table schemes
You wake up in the moment, taking it as prescribed
Leaving buried things buried, you keep it all inside.
Visiting "Chez Louis", tossing back Main Street
Who's putting on who, who's missing the beat
Pair of size 10 sneakers, rubber soles, red and white
No sweater, no hat, the sun is raging bright
You take a trip to nowhere, not so very far
And marvel at the marvel, of feeling like a star.
They call you a lost wonder, you call 'em all first rate
Leave it all to karma and destiny and fickle, fickle fate
Don't start your **** again, just leave and keep on truckin'
You've other strands of life that you'll want to get to pluckin'
Living, it's called, a right serious sore temptation
To shed false airs and try for new sensation.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
My hips won't quit
But I've tried many times to fire them.
They continue to exist
In all their circular glory
Making me see my body
Through a fish-eye lens.
My feet won't stop
But I've tried to make them tire.
They grow longer and wider
Until I am convinced I am
The cousin of the Yeti.
My stomach won't end
But I've tried to find the bottom.
It keeps on truckin
Until I resemble a forty year old man
Who's drank several hundred too many bars.
Apparently there's always more room.
My body won't quit.
My brain won't stop.
My heart won't start.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody here seen him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?
Put another song on, guys
I am sick of the Grateful Dead.
I’m thinking it’s all the same song
Running right through my head.
Freakin’ Truckin’ making me crazy.
I like the song but jeez, guys
There must be another one
You can find one if you try.
Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?
It seems like a few hours ago
Just hours of Hotel California;
The Eagles singing loud, us too.
Dancing, nearly getting a hernia.
And didn’t someone say something
About some tacos and some guac?
If I don’t get something to eat soon
I’m going to get up and try to walk.
Does anybody know the time?
Thanks, but a.m. or p.m.?
We sent Romer out for beer
Has anybody heard from him?
He’s got our money and my car
Doesn’t it seem like a long time?
Or am I losing track of things here
And all my reason and rhyme?
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
Listing along aimlessly,
Trying to find a direction,
Heart hurting, not helping
in knowing where to go.
Words from all sides,
Steering me one way or another,
But I end up driving drunk,
An erratic mess on the road.
Swerving to avoid the obstacles,
But I know I'm going to crash,
When and where lies a mystery,
But it'll ******* hurt.
I keep on truckin' alone,
Unable to bear the responsibility,
Of taking down others with me,
Even though I know that's what'll happen.
No one comes out alive,
In the road that is my mind,
It's a dangerous, winding road,
One best traversed with care.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Asreal as any mission to mars,
this is earth, we hear you now.
Come in.
And as any vampire fan knows,
the deed
was done.
If your life were
a thread,
here's a knot, hang in there,
keep on truckin'
believe in seagull borne
Celestine prophecy
and pitch Amway.
Think some things never change
and be wrong.
Start over.
What is the meaning of life, if
it is not 42 or 43? Or any whole number.
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
I.
Auntie’s fingertips were always stained
with the blood of scarlet petunias
in summer, a pile of
wilted blooms in a Pyrex bowl.
This is how they grow so beautiful, she told me,
so when Uncle’s knuckles grew red with her blood
and since she always stayed at his side
i thought it must be the same for people.
II.
Truckin’—got my chips cashed in…
Uncle’s favorite song crackled over the speakers
as I rode in his cab across the state line,
army men in my lap.
A three-fingered hand chucked a lieutenant out the window
into the golden wheat.
I knew he lost those fingers
in some faraway place called Vietnam.
Later that night,
I sat in the empty back of the truck,
nothing to play with,
imagining my lieutenant marching through wheat,
dodging gunfire,
listening to the bang bang bang
as Uncle and the lady he met in the lot
cleaned out the cab.
III.
I came home from Iraq
after losing two fingers to an IED
and drove straight to Auntie’s.
We pruned petunias in silence.
She grew purple and black alongside the red now,
velvet flowers the color of her left eye,
of the blossom on her shoulder.
I heard my drill sergeant.
Blood! Blood! Blood makes the grass grow!
Turn this ******* desert into an oasis!—
and I knew why Vietnam was a jungle.
Uncle got home. “Hey, Uncle,” I said,
“how about we go for a drive like old times?”
IV.
I killed the engine next to a wheat field.
“Blood on your hands,” Uncle said.
“I’ve been pruning the petunias with Auntie,” I told him.
“You gotta get rid of the wilted ones
so the plant can grow. Flourish.”
“Naw, I mean, from Iraq,” he said. “Blood. You killed
any men?”
“Not yet,” I said.
V.
Auntie and my boy and I sing along to Bryan Adams
in the cab—
Out on the road today,
I saw a Deadhead sticker on a Cadillac;
a voice inside my head says don’t look back,
you can never look back…
He’s got a lap full of Army men.
Across from a field of wheat,
a little patch of grass
blazes emerald in the midday sun.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
The crunchy time wheel runs fast and runs slow
The crunchy time wheel knows what it knows
Sometimes it's draggin' and ya feel the laggin'
Sometimes it's spinnin' and ya feel like yer winnin'
Where does the time go?
Does it sink or does it swim?
Is it flyin' or runnin' thin?
Is it hangin' after a Saturday night?
Or the heaviest heavy weight?
Ready for the fight?
Oh crunchy time wheel
Wheelin' along...
Oh crunchy time wheel
Keep truckin' on.
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 12:08 PM UTC
thirty years of truckin down each and every road
bodys getting old gone in to overload
all the years of driving took its toll on me
i am not as young as i you used to be
driving through the day driving through the night
driving miles and miles till the morning light
from denver down to tuscon gulf of mexico
bodies not the same as all those years ago
driving down the highway in the wind and snow
delivering my haul where it has to go
all the years of trucking took its toll on me
bodies not the same as it used to be.
driving day to day every here and there
with my aching body driving everywhere
sixteen tons of steel with a heavy load
delivering my haul down each and every road
bodies not the same as it used to be
thirty years of trucking took its toll on me
driving miles and miles each and every day
time for me to stop put my truck away
driving through the day driving through the night
driving miles and miles till the morning light
from denver down to tuscon gulf of mexico
bodies not the same as all those years ago
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
Who is Tank Turner you ask?
He’s a Truck Driver so I have to make this fast
Tank Turner being a man 6 Foot and built solid
He had the skills to drive the truck through any condition or situation
Tank Turner known other Truckers being the motto, “The Tank Knows”
He was a Trucker who often made his point and it would always show
Once at a Café Truck Stop, Tank Turner got into a terrible brawl
It was so bad no one wanted to witness so some began to crawl
Tank Turner and Trucker Sky Blue got into a fight over Curvy Sally
Curvy Sally was another Trucker, but was a Female
She had more curves than the road, but had the body of observe and behold
The fights would often linger on and on
But on this particular night it didn’t last long
You see Curvy Sally was married to a Minister who was also the town’s Sheriff
Her Husband was about true Faith
But Curvy Sally had a problem in being faithful
This all happened in the town of ‘FORGOTTEN STREAM”
Forgotten Stream may sound like a town not on the map
But it was the town’s Sheriff who had the identification of the Justice Cap
The Sheriff actually intervened and the fight quickly came to an end
Then Tank Turner and Trucker Sky Blue got into their trucks and it was on the road again
Keep on Truckin
Riding down highway 101
The road into the sunset progressing into tomorrow’s sunrise
Tractor Trailer wheels keep on spinning
The schedule being the inning
As the highway makes a bend
Our story becomes with the curtain down that ends.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
If Daphne
she's leaving
behind those
tires that
slay these
roads like
chains for
brighter climes
that diversion
claims horse
and winds
hoofs that
ream dots
in trailers
as nights
turnaround my
love dame
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
thirty years of truckin down each and every road
bodies started aching with its overload
all the trucking years as took its toll on me
now im not as young as i you used to be
driving through the day driving through the night
driving miles and miles till the morning light
from denver down to tuscon gulf of mexico
bodies not the same as all those years ago
driving every highway in the wind and snow
delivering my haul every where i go
all the years of trucking took its toll on me
different from the time i was young and free
driving day to day every here and there
with my aching body driving everywhere
sixteen tons of steel with a heavy load
delivering my haul down each and every road
bodies not the same as it used to be
thirty years of trucking took its toll on me
driving miles and miles each and every day
time for me to stop put my truck away
driving through the day driving through the night
driving miles and miles till the morning light
from denver down to tuscon gulf of mexico
bodies not the same as all those years ago
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 6:04 AM UTC
Truckin' onions down the Grapevine
Jake brake blaring
I am almost HOME
sang the feller drivin' onions,
Singing common man songs
just getting' along
Makes up words when he can
He's an uncommon man
but he takes a lot of pride
in what I am.
They're playing sad Merle Haggard songs
on the radio
Rollin' onions down the Grapevine
Airbrake smokin' smell heavy
fifty miles by now,
Singing trucker man songs
Just getting along
all downhill from there
He was an uncommon man
but he took a lot of pride
in what I am.
They're still playing Merle Haggard songs
on the radio
There's onions on the freeway
Clear on down to
Button Willow.
I guess old Merle died too, today.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC