Monster truck thumpin’
groovin’ down the road.
Rock and rollin’ treads
on a raised frame strikes
dread to warm-blooded
crossers – soon dead. Suicide
butterflies litter its gut-spattered
chrome grill; bits fill the tarvey.
Smooshed squirrel crow bait
waits; caws echo in its wake.
image: “Monster Truck Grave Digger 1,” by Jeelan Clark
De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De says:
Greetings, groovy palmers of poems! De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, here. It’s time again for my all-time favorite of all prompts, the Quadrille. This tiny happy little poem dance is made up of just 44 words, not counting the title, and including one word we here at dVerse provide. Today, I’d like you all to get groovy.
Whew. The bump and groovy beat of this fully belied its gruesome roadkill nature. Well done.
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Thanks, De!
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Nice one. A monster groove.
Have a giod week
Much💛love
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Thanks much, Gillena. You also and stay safe ❤
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Makes everyone feel as if he’s right there. Somehow I’ve never even heard of tarvey before
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Larry, it’s not a real word, but it is a word I grew up with so I guess it is sorta real. It means asphalt. My ex-boyfriend said the same thing so I went out to old faithful google to prove to him it was a real word — and couldn’t lol
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I looked it up. I always cheat if I don’t know something ..https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=tarvy
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Now, where was that UD definition back when I needed it! Thanks for making my day. It *does* exist! (btw I have coined some terms in the Urban Dictionary)
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Maybe you put it there and have forgotten
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Looks like the only entry for it was Xsrv and that’s not me, so… I will remember this though for the next time I need to be right 😉
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Suicide butterflies – what a juxtaposition
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Thanks, Jewish Young Professional.
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This quadrille has a great groove and takes us on a journey of shock and sheer delight. Thanks, Lisa.
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Thank you, Karen 🙂
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That is a monster of a truck. Suicide butterflies caught my eye too – grim imagery.
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Thanks, Grace!
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The perfect description of hell on wheels!
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Yes it is!
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Tarvey? is this the zimbabwean ‘prince’ or tarvy the assphalt blacktop?
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“New Shimmer, it’s a floor wax AND a dessert topping.”
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My cup runneth over learning 2 [two] new things today about tarvey, in addition to the zimbabwean prince and assphalt, gosh!
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Or as Popeye might say, “Garshk.”
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Groovy and gruesome! 😱
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🙂 Thanks, Sadje.
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You’re welcome 😃
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Don’t you just love sitting behind one of these at a light and then they blow black smoke in your face for the next block. Great poem Lisa. Love the great images including the cover image. Well done!
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Yes, and when they are behind you riding your bumper at any opportunity! Thanks, Dwight, you know where I’m coming from on the poem.
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Yes… been there and done that!!
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Nice one, Lisa! This one gives shock and awe a new meaning.
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Haha, thanks, Lucy!
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I wouldn’t like to be anywhere near it!!
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Unfortunately they are everywhere around here, booming down the back roads at high rate of speed.
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How terrible.
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Nice. Get out of its groovy way — nothing is spared — not even the butterflies.
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Welcome to Michigan!
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That was fun, Lisa. And you can’t fail with Tim McGraw!
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Thanks, Dale, and I have to say some men age very well!
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Oh yes!!
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Nice one, Li. I wouldn’t want to be near it. 🙂
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They love to race up and down back roads, they like to belch soot into the air as Dwight said, and they love to tailgate!
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Oh, I can hear and see this truck! I never understood the appeal. . .
Poor butterflies and anything else in the way!
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I know! It’s the way of transport in the rural areas around here for many.
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Yes, here, too.
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Well done, Lisa. Since I live in the world of pick-em-ups and gun racks, where many such giants don’t fit parking slots, I’ll need to check the bumpers for the dead and dying. 🙂 I added tarvey to my list of groovy words.
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Thank you. LOL Bill! I found a locust-looking bug (forgot the name) stuck in my grill the other day, which inspired at least part of the poem. Lots of guts of other unlucky bugs also. Glad you like tarvey 🙂
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Wow Lisa …. love the art you chose! The ‘groovy vibe’ in your Quadrille transported me right back to the Midwest … my somewhat dysfunctional antics. Tarvey is a wonderful word.
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Thanks, Helen, glad to take you right back to the Midwest and its ways of doing things.
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word of caution – Beware of the monster truck, it will strike you down in your tracks.
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ooh this turned out grim!
‘Suicide
butterflies litter its gut-spattered
chrome grill’
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It’s kind of hard for butterflies to miss monster trucks 😦
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When road-kills is your lifestyle, a monster truck has to be your drive
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crows echo in its wake…..oh my yes. Carrying the bits of all that carnage gathered from a roadtrip ….even with the specific and sometimes to me gorry details, this made me smile.
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Lillian, thank you for the comment and for your feedback 🙂
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Wow, this is great! Such vivid details, not only about the truck itself but the “stuff” that gets squished, run over and flattened by it. Mostly here it’s “love bugs” that get smashed and then baked onto the front grill and/or windshield…ewww! 🙂
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Thank you, Bodhirose 🙂
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I’ve gotta ask… based on a real experience?
❤
David
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David these trucks fill the roads here in Michigan. Almost always loud with the Hollywood mufflers or the booming bass music, ramming up and down the roads.
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I think this post is written by a cool guy😍👍💖
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Not quite but thank you 🙂
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I am not a fan of the current “Testosterone-Laden-Macho, Bad-Ass, Road-Warrior-Style-Gladiator-Chariot-Intimidation-Designed” trucks the hillbillies seem to crave. Your poem here is sport on….”dread to warm blooded crossers – soon dead” !!!
Where was the environmentally sensitive climate change awareness music video, “Truck Yeah” filmed?
(And don’t get me started on chicken legged, skinny runt, big belt buckle, torn jean, no body fat, macho man, ragged, well worn, sweat banded straw cowboy hat, cowboy booted, pseudo cowboy, country western singer Tim McGraw. However, I do acknowledge his A$tute Bu$ine$$ $en$e for this garish display pandering to the moron crowd that butter his bread. His hand gun gesturing, tough guy walk, and mannerisms packed this video with every redneck stereotype possible and then some.)
He had to laugh all the way to bank.
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Your comment had me laughing loudly with its eerie accuracy. I consider it an addendum to the poem and the video. Thank you very much! Hope you continue to read my blog as I love this comment and want to read more of them 🙂
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I was thinking of writing a blog about the other trucks I encounter on the road (I have a small trailer I pull with an old F 150 to secluded out of the way places to camp and enjoy the outdoors). Always being tailgated or nearly run off the road by Gladiator trucks. I searched on wordpress to see what has been written. Surely others encounter what I have. That was when I saw your blog post and poem. Excellent. I will continue to read your blog for sure.
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Gladiator trucks are a perfect name for them. I really hope you do write a blog about the other ones you’ve encountered. I’ve had them get behind me so their headlights are spotlighting through my back window, where flipping the rearview mirror helps some, but the spotlights still blind in the side rearview windows. This is when there is a passing lane they are choosing not to use. I truly do despise these road bullies.
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Tiny penis needs a 24 foot extension ladder to get in his over-compensating, impractical, and limited driving capacity rig. I bet the owner’s credit cards are maxed out much like the tires on these babies . . .
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LOL love your comment. I think you’re right about credit card being maxed out. Maybe the stress of the debt hanging over them makes them so twerpy?
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