Short Carts Poems

past the bugle call
an infinite people dance
shop like carts walk off...

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There is no rust on the carts, despite the rain
	There is no rust on my bones, either.

at least, 
	not yet...

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if not for men
and their will 
to open
their fists 
and their hearts
tragic feminine
beasts of burden
the will of men
still in their carts...

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carts and apples,thats what we need on new york streets
a free snack until we get back on our feet
in the south,we need french fries in our mouth...

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After Christmas comes Boxing Day
When mum carts the rubbish away
Like one of the boys
Dad plays with our toys
Day is done; what more can I say?...

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What shall be number
one oh eight?
Two carts shall slide across a metal slide!
But not yet! There they sit undisturbed!
And now the ball remains!...

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Chlamydia, Queen of the Farts,
("one sniff and they're hauled off in carts")
was loving a hump,
but let out a trump,
and Charlie returned to his tarts......

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Chad coats Carla
Carla crazily cries
Cars crash crushing carts 
Chad calls cops
Cops curve checking cars
Cars crushed 
Circumstances cause cries  
Communities clamor calling cops...

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coiling clouds
like parachutes
on top of the tiny houses
velvet blue dipping
in the snowish white
muddy roads of soily
brown stretching
they didnt know on
the carts before...

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its a made of flower
you watch for hours
also way up high
in the sky
you see the clouds
ringing loud
that part of art
it world of carts
you dream of
the
WONDERFULL WORLD OF ART...

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TWENTY MINUTES OF TURBULENCE

seat belts fastened
tight

snack carts
jettisoned away

pilot on the talkie
nonsensical i say

the mobster clouds
take our jumbo jet

for a ride
we fly the turbulent skies

Kim Rodrigues © 2017...

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beak
of the plague mask
    lest I smell
your rotting bodies
    strewn
I smell your crosses
  daub your doors
I smell your corpses
  pile your carts
I smell your fires
  flame your dead
I smell you earth
  and weep for you
    cried moon


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Quatrain #843:
PLAN


Prize your wise heart that acts warm deed,
Live that firm art where words fit need;
Aim each stern start that joy brings peace,
Note poise that carts the love you feed.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
10 August 2018
Singapore...

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I, too, hear America singing,
As my flip-flops
Cruise the Wal-Mart aisles.
A fast-approaching wind
Drives me in to shop.
I smell the heat-rush
Of the hotdog vendor--
Clothing, mustard and relish.
Carts flash.
Soda crackles.
Purses snap.
Nothing's lost on me....

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gypsies come to town
riding dusty horse drawn carts
watch out there's thieves amongst us
collecting what they can
the tramps are after our husbands
to pass along their curse
these gysies,tramps and thieves
will stop at nothing just to get your purse!!





april 23,2012...

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The powerful, upward thrust of the skyscrapers
The sinewy curves of the lake and the river
The throbbing pulse of the trains and the traffic
The musky scent of the hot dog carts
And the sultry moans of a feral saxophone echoing through the streets. 
Yes, Chicago!
You are a sexy beast!...

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Hearts in carts, we roll them in.
One by one out of the bin.
Lets count how many are broken.

I think I may of saw my own.
The same heart I lent out for loan.
Thank you love, now the remains are shown.

Hearts on display among broad shelves they stay.
People stare in humor, we stare in dismay.
Only available at Cupid's Way....

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Savannah, pretty city of the South
Where I spent half a day of my life
Eating your delicious bread 
Mixing the smoke of my pipe 
With your warm air
Riding in carts pulled by big ambulatory horses
Pissing in your sewage
And wending even more 
Southward
You left behind 
A shining point 
On the turning trajectory 
Of my life...

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The trouble now is comparison 
     though nature by virtue 
   is  always a glee 
   you see where differences 
    arise glass somehow  may reflect 
  for better or worse. 
   Let assume the moon is a kind 
    of a necessity following 
   and some and things forging 
  still here the race of let say 5 carts and some horses....

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Summer Shift

Searing scorched air as the sun beats down.
People moving slowly in the hot humid town.
The carts they push, the bags they carry.
Makes them feel like an oven-baked cherry.

Trudging home as the clock strikes 3.
They lie on the couch and drink ice tea.
Thinking how hot & tired they are.
Then go get an ice cream bar....

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The Laughter on their faces
and banter by the carts,
is just another way of hiding
the hatred in their hearts.

The ground around here swallows
our footsteps as we tread,
now the water gently wallows
where our friends once lay dead.

One day this place is hell,
on others, simply worse.
I'm one of many stuck here,
one of many with a curse....

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Fusion is also a genre in folklore. 
 
I am a perfectionist. You may address me there. 
Father in bad habits, brothers in curtain in carts  
Outside chores are somewhere, in outside doors.  
 
And I will tell you 
I will end you in here and now. 
Hundred times more 
 
Before your MS-DOS "Chronoskimmer" finds me in Gloria Anzaldúa
ever again....

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gather wares for market day
and cauldrons of the land
baneful stock for the boiling pot
before the evening’s end

tankards spill and taverns heave
upon these Beltane days
see magic folk and sorcerers
on an otherwise malaise

then pack the carts and disappear
before the robin sees
and woe betide the straddlers
caught there on Gallows’ Eve


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Wet Crows huddled in a tree
Golf carts in the rain


The wind holds its breath
sad bagpipes whine


a wolf-like predator
a trail of Cheerios


Owl’s feathers
silence amid the noise


no place to go
six cats on a marble floor


playing at the dinner table
French fry vamps


Movie matinee
A popcorn fantasy


John G. Lawless
©3/26/2023...

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Homeless Shelter 

shopping carts are being pushed away 
blankets are being carried away 
sleeping bags are in high demand 
tents are hard to fasten to the ground 
i like it better by the church 
the prayers of all the little ones 
surround my head where their little feet were at 
on a rug just outside the door 
that is where i lay 
a homeless 
today...

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