Best Busses Poems

Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

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Arggh me hearties! We're takin' a long-awaited vacation!
Th' enchantin' isles uv th' Caribbean is ar final destination!
Hoist th' Jolly Roger an' them billowin' sails an'...

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People dieing all around
Children found in trunks unbound
For there I families I do weep
I hope in heaven there souls sleep
Giant buildings down come crashing
Airplanes into...

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Jesus My Friend
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Gulls circled above, spiralling through car exhaust
Kids fidgeted in the backseats of chaos

Eerie silence, interrupted by overheated transmissions
Someone blasting The Doors...theme music

Stern, heavily armored Homeland...

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The Beach

There was one spot upon the hill
where when the sun was just right,
and you got up real early, you could
see the ocean.  Just...

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Of bus stations I have known, this is by far the worst
A post Victorian folly that's a post Victorian curse.

A waiting room that's cold and...

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SON OF SEOUL


		Child presses sweet head to her,
		While mother holds fast to him
		Man busses forehead, soft lips tight
		‘Gainst acorn-colored skin.
		
		From ashes G.I. soldiers rose
		To souls...

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Sitting on a rusted blue bench the sun blew down on me a cool 
     green and yellow as the afternoon...

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Once, 
About ten minutes ago in the year 
2006 or 
2549, depending upon which avatar or
 Messiah is consulted, I  
 Tumbled out of...

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They clapped a clock
At noon today.
Some gave applause,
Some yelled "Hooray"
Some others weeped,
They shed a tear,
We no longer
Big Ben will hear.

For four long years
Silence will reign
In...

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I sketched you in my heart,
I inked you to my being,
You're tattooed to me my love,
Ingrained in my soul.

I know its so cliche' -
The very...

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I live atop a foothill to mountains of the Cascade Range
and people here keep to themselves whether on busses or on trains;
from my back porch...

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More than a vacation, a vocation
In the field of tranquility you
Search the Caribbean blue
Sensation or mental refuge

White sandy beaches wet
Peaches in drinks collect
Making the experience...

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Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring

Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving  

Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part 
A...

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