Best Buses Poems

The thing I do to be nearer to him,
Commuting even in weather so grim.
The things I do to have more acceptance,
Cleaning his home for a much better chance.

The bus I go northbound in drives down memory lane,
As I reminisce about what he and I once...

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Some were peeling 
others chipped and cracked
some sat tall and semi-pristine
others were beautifully bent and black
one even wore the colors of another
all were silent as ice mountain monks.

There were a few empty seats
(monuments to the lost?)
where do the discarded and forgotten go?
where do waxen souls...

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Life’s Buses Never Run on Time


Life’s buses never run on time
so I wait, in stoic supplication,
for a god who has no schedule.
Coincidence decides the crossing
of our paths, spontaneous reunion
of faith and practicality disappearing
in the dirt of city streets, nameless
sojourners jostling for “personal”
space, waiting to be...

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BACK STORY
Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping order on the bus, like making sure people did not...

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Buses

Dear Buses 
Daily you commutes us humans from one place to another
You do not hiss 
You do not cry
You are so patient
You are so enduring
Without you we humans could not have reached our destinations
Without you our journeys would have been slow and dull
You provides employment...

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What is it about a bus?
For the life of me, what is all the fuss?
Well for starters, a bus design like no other
The craftsmanship in variation being another
The open road in a child’s eyes with bus wheels of highway just
However becoming a knowledgeable hobbyist being...

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The minutes dash past 
In white lines on the road
Dirty and endless

I scratch words into paper scraps
Turning to shield
From the man who breathes heavier
And lives less
Than anyone I have ever seen

I do this every day
Two steps and a bus pass flash
Sink into the carpet crease
Three...

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Upon the orange rock
The sun beating mercilessly down,								       Is now replaced by
Relentless rain
Pelting on pavements in the town.

Brushing through the bush
with stick in hand,
Rifle over the shoulder,
Is now succeeded by
Squashed inside the tube 								     ...

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Do you know why bus rules are important?
We stop for school buses as they’re slowing.
Their yellow lights indicate take caution.
When red, the lights mean kids you may see going. 
They might be going on the bus or off.
On two-lane roads, whether you are front or...

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Cum ma lat-ta
Le ma lot tad a ta la
Cum ma lat-ta
Le ma lot tad a ta la
Cum ma lat-ta
Le ma lot tad a ta la
I’ve been a sinner now straight out of the birth canal;
Simple evil from my parents bows;
Rejected, conflicted hopelessly convicted;
Just some flesh...

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Not a slogan nor advertisement
Fair exchange
Commuters listen and wonder
Poetry words coming to life
The ride with readings from actual Poets
Poetry of all kinds sharing beyond compare
Moment in write of Poetry time
Through traffic of rush hour
It becomes the assemble
Poetry readings commuter sit
Inspiring and uplifting fit
Words that never...

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Gentle Prof –
The tales were so loudly told
Of new buses, of omnibuses;
Your tales-bearers so numerous
Loud-sounding speakers
Sharp ear-piercing trumpeters
Harping like some prime oracles
Announcing the benevolence of the deity
Each weaver sing-wept for joy
Even in these hard times!

Where are the buses?
Where are the omnibuses?
In a trick of sacrifice
Within...

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I gave up my drivers license because of my poor eyesight,
          but after two surgeries I have my eyesight back;
so, I must take the driving test again and learn all rules,
    especially all...

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theyer back on the bus stop
see them on the block
sandy put them to a stop
now after they rain and the pain
theyer back its  fact
theyer smoking gunning
the
BUSES OR UP AND RUNING...

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gratitude breaks through
reflections on historic rites…
yellow school buses...

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