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trade ya
the container sits on a dock portside
just waiting to be taken for a ride
I always try to think inside the box
what's there, bound where, be lamps or locks
commerce of manufacture from nation to nation
a whole community's labors creation
sits in steel boxes stacked six high
multi-colored presents for people to buy
the container ship sinks lower in the port
as the boxed goods are stacked of every sort
green boxes, blue boxes, yellow and red
electronics, wheels, maybe cheese spread
from my neighborhood to yours and back
then onto a truck or maybe train track
stuff circles the globe every day of the year
on container ships bound for some faraway pier
eventually boxes are stacked in some store
and people buy things from your distant shore
the global economy keeps spinning around
as nation to nation we are all bound
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-26
just waiting to be taken for a ride
I always try to think inside the box
what's there, bound where, be lamps or locks
commerce of manufacture from nation to nation
a whole community's labors creation
sits in steel boxes stacked six high
multi-colored presents for people to buy
the container ship sinks lower in the port
as the boxed goods are stacked of every sort
green boxes, blue boxes, yellow and red
electronics, wheels, maybe cheese spread
from my neighborhood to yours and back
then onto a truck or maybe train track
stuff circles the globe every day of the year
on container ships bound for some faraway pier
eventually boxes are stacked in some store
and people buy things from your distant shore
the global economy keeps spinning around
as nation to nation we are all bound
© agoodguy2have 2010-04-26
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Posted: Apr 2010
About this poem:
ok it's definitely not Pulitzer material but ... I live pretty near a really large port. I was riding home and this was just lying there beside the road so I stopped and picked it up. I'll take it to the vet and get its' shots later... ;-)pressed
he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page
he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry
then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw pressed platen
repeating process his labors express
his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill
before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd
and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head
to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread
words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong
what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear
© Goode Guy 2011-08-09
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page
he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry
then re-inks the typeset laid to table
and inserts another piece to press
pulling at the screw pressed platen
repeating process his labors express
his desire to enlighten the world
not just his neighbors informed to tell
ideas and thoughts carried on back
ancestors haunched with ink and quill
before them criers cried the street
events be known upon lips aloud
spreading ideas throughout the land
difficult to speak beyond the crowd
and unbeknownst to him and kind
someday in future ideas are spread
with something called electricity
through wires and waves on into head
to reach to you my heartfelt soul
ideas with emotions and feelings said
until now, thoughts sweetest aspirations
words spread like jam on slice of bread
words, like feelings toil quietly
carry your touch and feeling along
to distant lands and distant times to
give life's meaning, therefore prolong
what the publisher and writer wish
to convey to all able to read or hear
that thought, like life, is precious
held close at hand, the mind made clear
© Goode Guy 2011-08-09
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
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Learn The Meaning of Rest
Already is still dark
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?
And almost sunrise
Alarm rings to warn me
Descend into the mines
Shake loose some salt
Deep inside the earth
Of my middle class world
Drudgery of modern life
Lifted by unquenchable thirst
For good literature and wine
Untangle my free time
Free my simple agrarian mind
Learn the meaning of rest
Taste the fruits of idleness
Where is the sanctity of pleasure
When dreams board a runaway train
Travelling too fast
Out of control
Jump off and roll away
No! Fear says "Hang on"
Or face the consequences
The tender truth awaits
So sinks another sunset
Its glow reaches my soul
Will I too be pulled down
Will my spirit sink
Into the night of tired dispair
Where escape is out of reach
From reality....but whose reality?
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
Self reflection into a busy life...and a search for its meaning.
"Liquid Comfort"
It's been two long hard days of intensive labor,
the preparation for foaling has been accomplished.
My muscles within my body are screaming for rest,
due to a friends horse barn keeping me active and enslaved.
The roof, through which entirely to much sun had been shining,
has been satisfactorily sealed against unwanted exterior elements.
My own insides are telling me of discomforting neglect,
and reminding me that it's time for some liquid comfort!
Liquid comfort that soothes a dust laden and parched throat,
that has endured hours of inhaling organic microscopic air born particles.
Alas, the work has been completed! The fatted calf can be prepared!
New stalls within which four new foals will soon lay with their mare mothers,
are ready and waiting for that magical moment of life to Spring forth!
It's time for some liquid comfort!
The brown container in which my liquid comfort comes,
has but one major difference from all others... it's brand name.
But, "Oh the soothing effect!" upon my dust crusted throat,
as it washes away that unpleasant, raspy dryness causing such thirst.
What pleasure it is to end this day with such a wonderful product,
as this liquid comfort called... Chocolate Milk!!! - YUM!!!
the preparation for foaling has been accomplished.
My muscles within my body are screaming for rest,
due to a friends horse barn keeping me active and enslaved.
The roof, through which entirely to much sun had been shining,
has been satisfactorily sealed against unwanted exterior elements.
My own insides are telling me of discomforting neglect,
and reminding me that it's time for some liquid comfort!
Liquid comfort that soothes a dust laden and parched throat,
that has endured hours of inhaling organic microscopic air born particles.
Alas, the work has been completed! The fatted calf can be prepared!
New stalls within which four new foals will soon lay with their mare mothers,
are ready and waiting for that magical moment of life to Spring forth!
It's time for some liquid comfort!
The brown container in which my liquid comfort comes,
has but one major difference from all others... it's brand name.
But, "Oh the soothing effect!" upon my dust crusted throat,
as it washes away that unpleasant, raspy dryness causing such thirst.
What pleasure it is to end this day with such a wonderful product,
as this liquid comfort called... Chocolate Milk!!! - YUM!!!
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
Just got home from two long days of intensive labor - working for a friend in need. I stopped at a local gas station and looked for something cool, refreshing, soothing, satisfying..... I found it and then decided to write about it's marvelous effects upon my thirst!! What a gift Chocolate Milk is!!!
A Nightmare on Fair Street
One Two
Cummins is coming for you
Three Four
Try to close the doors
Five Six
Grab your tape measure
Seven Eight
Going to have to work real late
Nine Ten
Never sleep again
Cummins is coming for you
Three Four
Try to close the doors
Five Six
Grab your tape measure
Seven Eight
Going to have to work real late
Nine Ten
Never sleep again
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
Have worked for over four months now at my job. I have had my time with crappy jobs. If you have a good job, I admire you alot!Just Another Day
Getting Up
It's 5 am on the clock
Taking my shower
Then it's time to towel me off
Getting my lunch ready
More water and pop at the end of my day to reward me
There some beef sticks and garlic chips
There were some Ritz crackers and some cheese spread and olives
There was some bagels and onion and chive cream cheese
An occasional banana or two
Eat a bowl of cereal
Watch some taped shows
Americas Got Talent, What Would You Do?, Judge Judy, Looney Tunes
Drive for 21.5 miles
Singing my songs
The favorite part of my day
Waiting for 15 minutes to walk into work
Reading Dubuque's Telegraph Herald
Punching in
Minds in a fog
Getting yelled at
Screwing up
Getting made fun of by the boss
Feeling like hell
Going on break at 9:15 am
Going on break again at 12:30 pm
Only two more hours
Punching Out at 3 pm
I'm free!
I'm going home!
I'm going to sing in my car and drink Mountain Dew!
I'm happy now!
It's 5 am on the clock
Taking my shower
Then it's time to towel me off
Getting my lunch ready
More water and pop at the end of my day to reward me
There some beef sticks and garlic chips
There were some Ritz crackers and some cheese spread and olives
There was some bagels and onion and chive cream cheese
An occasional banana or two
Eat a bowl of cereal
Watch some taped shows
Americas Got Talent, What Would You Do?, Judge Judy, Looney Tunes
Drive for 21.5 miles
Singing my songs
The favorite part of my day
Waiting for 15 minutes to walk into work
Reading Dubuque's Telegraph Herald
Punching in
Minds in a fog
Getting yelled at
Screwing up
Getting made fun of by the boss
Feeling like hell
Going on break at 9:15 am
Going on break again at 12:30 pm
Only two more hours
Punching Out at 3 pm
I'm free!
I'm going home!
I'm going to sing in my car and drink Mountain Dew!
I'm happy now!
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Had to work again on Saturday. They made us come in late which really sucks. I am used to leaving at 1 pm, and once got to leave at 10 am, that was neat. They have an old Rick Dees Top 40 countdown on from 7 am to 11 am. I listen to that on my first break. One song was Bryan Adams Summer of 69 from 1985.
The Fishermen.
Boat pushes out, they leave the shore and relatives behind,
They say it's bad luck to turn around,
To wave back thier goodbye's.
We watch them till they're seen no more,
Till we are dots upon thier shore,
but we don't want to cry no more,
For the fishermen's lonely lives....
Yo, Ho the fishermans life, is the song that they will sing,
We're hardy men upon our boat, our catch we shall bring in,
We'll bring them back the crabs and fishes and maybe some thing rare,
But out here on our fishing boat, our ocean we must care....
HEY!,grab the net there Johnny, Mick, come on Joe, are you right ?,
The blasted net has got me arm its pinching me too tigh,
For with the sea inside me eyes,the waves they are too high,
Don't let me leave this side of boat, I do not want to die....
The coldness is a feirce one, my arm is turning blue,
Come on there Lad's, will you hurry up, Dont let me time be through,
I think the hook is in me arm, its wegged me to the boat,
But the over hang is far too heavy, I hope we stay a float....
Just cut the net, save me arm, I need it more, than we have caught,
Let them go the crabs and fishes, release the bluddy lot.
Joe takes out his pocket knife, starts chawing at the rope,
I think he's cut the net in time to save me arm I hope....
They've snip the hook thats held me down, thats wegged me to the side,
They know the pain is easier now, they see it in my eyes.
They've saved me arm, we've lost our catch,
But tomorrows another day,
We'll bull the nets to get our catch,
And we'll be on our way,
Singing........
Yo Ho, the fishermans life, T'is a hardy life you see,
But we are strong and we are tough, t'is where we want to be,
We'll lore our nets and home our catch,and maybe something rare,
But the rarest thing I'll ever have, is my family waiting there....
Dotted on the shore......
They say it's bad luck to turn around,
To wave back thier goodbye's.
We watch them till they're seen no more,
Till we are dots upon thier shore,
but we don't want to cry no more,
For the fishermen's lonely lives....
Yo, Ho the fishermans life, is the song that they will sing,
We're hardy men upon our boat, our catch we shall bring in,
We'll bring them back the crabs and fishes and maybe some thing rare,
But out here on our fishing boat, our ocean we must care....
HEY!,grab the net there Johnny, Mick, come on Joe, are you right ?,
The blasted net has got me arm its pinching me too tigh,
For with the sea inside me eyes,the waves they are too high,
Don't let me leave this side of boat, I do not want to die....
The coldness is a feirce one, my arm is turning blue,
Come on there Lad's, will you hurry up, Dont let me time be through,
I think the hook is in me arm, its wegged me to the boat,
But the over hang is far too heavy, I hope we stay a float....
Just cut the net, save me arm, I need it more, than we have caught,
Let them go the crabs and fishes, release the bluddy lot.
Joe takes out his pocket knife, starts chawing at the rope,
I think he's cut the net in time to save me arm I hope....
They've snip the hook thats held me down, thats wegged me to the side,
They know the pain is easier now, they see it in my eyes.
They've saved me arm, we've lost our catch,
But tomorrows another day,
We'll bull the nets to get our catch,
And we'll be on our way,
Singing........
Yo Ho, the fishermans life, T'is a hardy life you see,
But we are strong and we are tough, t'is where we want to be,
We'll lore our nets and home our catch,and maybe something rare,
But the rarest thing I'll ever have, is my family waiting there....
Dotted on the shore......
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Posted: Jan 2013
About this poem:
Dedicated to the Fishermen on poets corner,(You) know who you are....Hit The Road Jack!
Hit the road Jack!
And don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Oh employer oh employer don't treat me so mean
You're the meanest employer that I've ever seen
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Now boss now boss don't you treat me this a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, all is understood
You want too much money and that ain't no good
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Hit the road Jack
And don't you come back no more!
Don't you come back no more!
And don't you come back
No more no more no more no more
Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more
What you say?
Oh employer oh employer don't treat me so mean
You're the meanest employer that I've ever seen
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Now boss now boss don't you treat me this a way
Cause I'll be back on my feet some day
Don't care if you do, all is understood
You want too much money and that ain't no good
I guess if you say so
I'll have to pack my things and go
Hit the road Jack
And don't you come back no more!
Don't you come back no more!
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Posted: Aug 2016
About this poem:
Possible job cuts have been announced where I work some time next year. This song has been playing in my head since. The original is by Ray Charles.wrapped hands
all I was given was strength
a dull and blunted tool
I stare out at beauty
with the clarity of a fool
all I was given was ferocity
a rulebook without rules
a limited life vocabulary
an outdated set of tools
all you were given was beauty
intelligence and grace
a heart to dry my soul and boat
my lighthouse is your face
all I was given was physicality
an afterthought, a whim
I struggle in the mighty seas
the great minds often swim
all you were given was a kindness
wrapped around a true
all I was given was brutality
it stops me from loving you
a dull and blunted tool
I stare out at beauty
with the clarity of a fool
all I was given was ferocity
a rulebook without rules
a limited life vocabulary
an outdated set of tools
all you were given was beauty
intelligence and grace
a heart to dry my soul and boat
my lighthouse is your face
all I was given was physicality
an afterthought, a whim
I struggle in the mighty seas
the great minds often swim
all you were given was a kindness
wrapped around a true
all I was given was brutality
it stops me from loving you
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Posted: Aug 2019
Post CommentThe Irrelevance of War
War would End if the Dead could Return...
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
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