Best Compartment Poems

Today I thought I lost my keys
And knowing what’s at stake,
I searched like crazy, but my husband
Took them by mistake.

An hour later, for a class
Of...

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THE   JOURNEY


What a joy it could be to sit 
in a far going train with you, 
-  to look into the window...

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I think it’s time I write
Write you OUT
Of the coming pages of my life
Oh…you linger
On every page
that's ever been
Keeping the plot a disguise
Unexpected events
My heart's...

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There's a Train
Going to Peace Station.
Christians, Buddhists,
Hindus, Atheists,
Each occupied a Compartment,
But never Bothered one another,
Just like the Two Rails of the Track
That Travel Together but...

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A female tongue pushes me down from the swing of sleep.
Rain kids rouse the stink of railway track in the dawn.
A long chain of complaints...

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I loved sailing upon the blue sea, and I was never too far from it,
As one who knows sweet cravings, is seldom far from chocolates.

In...

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Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light...

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Andrea,
a woman considerate and kind, mellow, down to earth, and fun-loving,
she loves to use her mind.
Thefore, scrubbing on her knees, this gal you’ll never find!
Sisters...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.
The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will make sense...

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There are rumours of a land,
A land more beautiful than anything else. 
There is sunshine out there…
And trees. And grass, animals, bushes, flowers, vines, laughter,...

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a doG meditation...

this is about what we call "pets"
about ownership..objectivity..
an anachronism now..?
the inner model of
consciousness-only
may provide a hint:
only consciousness Knows
not plants..not animals..not us..
that is a...

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oh hello-
my name is frigidair   and I am
a (retro) refrigerator
  for food
I have been in this apartment
    ...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of...

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Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s...

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IN THE WILD

Early morning, we go for a drive,
An awesome feeling as we arrive,
At our camp gate which, opens 
At 6 o’clock, 
Now we are...

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