Best Aboard Poems

Today I am about to embark on a journey
that I have waited for, for so long,
they say that this one is the safest ship
were nothing could ever go wrong.

As I stare down at the crowd, I think,
here I am, traveling on the R.M.S. Titanic,
this is...

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I stood alone on the ship's deck all afternoon
just to watch the sun sinking low on the sea,
the Atlantic ocean is so calm this evening
but, that old feeling of dread still bothers me.

I slowly exhale to calm myself once again
and my breath comes out in...

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I am a driver
responsible for controlling starting, 
stopping 
and speeding.
I am a driver of a steam locomotive 
a railway train powered through a steam engine. 
and fueled by burning combustible material.

I shall evoke nostalgia,
I am goint to lead you hand i hand
To the simple delight 
You’re going to experience an enormous...

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Plunge in these blankets,
Cannonball into this bed
And splash in my sheets...

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It’s time to board the Aircraft Carrier
You are welcome to step inside
Flying like a nitrous boosted harrier
That’s zooming down a greased up slide

The destroyer lurks on the horizon
We ready the poetic torpedo 
In time for our dramatic liaison
Which will increase our verbal libido 

I hope...

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All Aboard!
We are boarding the train of thought!
I hope you're prepared for this winding, twisting, and turning adventure
Please do not be startled by the complete transparent interior
Even though it seems like it nobody will see the real you no matter how hard they try
Let's begin!
Here...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El." We hurdle head-long above asphalt blanketed streets that are determined to out distance each high moving carrier. No matter how...

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Memories as sharp as diamonds, 
keen as knives, the smell of 
train smoke burns their nostrils still. 

Chilly mornings, misty, magic, 
gleaming rails so full of promise, 
lumbering Leviathans, 

wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland 
or the local seaside towns, 
vacationers anticipating. 

Dewdrops glisten, hush and...

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Merry Xmas to ALL !

Tuut-tuut All 'board
Hades (Heav'n) train leaves at mid of night
Tuut-tuut All 'board
Death comes at eve of ning, Dear Lord
Make haste and pack in Day of Light
Lest ye be left behind What a plight
Tuut-tuut All 'board

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012...

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somehow we discovered that one could ride the lumbering freight train to the next 
town if you lay waiting just before the long curve.. where it slowed and the 
engineers view was blocked by the old pine forest.. everyone else already aboard.. 
my fat legs...

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I am stuck in a prison
	of inept indecision
		without a specific vision
			lacking exact precision.

I suffer from the stigma
	of this puzzling enigma
		in a world with no charisma
			void of pi but full of sigma.

My mouth espouses words
	but their meaning is absurd
		no integrity inferred
			as my vision becomes blurred.
			
As day...

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While in the city, you need exact bus fare. 
Without it, you can't go anywhere. 
A trip across town you can easily arrange. 
Have the right amount because the driver has no change. 
Just hop aboard the bus and have a seat. 
Commuting across town...

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On this day, a wee time ago_ after rough sails, you floated ashore. From life-giving waters, a brand-new soul_ for my eyes alone_ like unto one never-before. Bless my heart! Just look at that face_ round and chubby, beautifully graced in lace. Two sparkling eyes_...

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I like the way you call me
I love the way; you care me
Every time you need something
You trick me up falling.

Please stay with me, don't leave me alone
Pullover my eye, please don't hide
Everything I need is, the looks you hide
Now or Never, not for us...

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...inspired by 'The Railway Children' by Seamus Heaney

Memories as sharp as diamonds,
keen as knives, the smell of
train smoke burns my nostrils still.

Chilly mornings, misty, magic,
gleaming rails so full of promise,
lumbering Leviathans,

wheezing, roaring, bound for Scotland
or the local seaside towns,
holidayers revelling.

Dewdrops glisten, hush and listen
for the...

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