Best Pullman Poems

I really have outdone myself this time!
My ‘God Machine’ is finally in place!
I’ll never have to fret about a rhyme,
Or stop for a red light that changed from green 
As if it sought to put me in my place
A random hiccup clearly quite obscene.

I really...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning 
Entering just for fun I guess 
but thanks to simple...

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We hear the engine whistle 
The hissing of the steam 
The hairs on our necks begin to bristle 
As we meet the arrival of a dream 
We didn't think we had a chance of winning 
Entering just for fun I guess 
but thanks to simple...

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There they rested on rusting rails so regal yet so stark.
An old steam engine and its caboose now sit silent in the park.
Since I was on a casual stroll and had some time to squander,
I sat upon a beckoning bench, its yesteryears to ponder.

In my...

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Hello friends! This is my first bilingual book.HAMMER @ ANVIL BOOKS released my book of 
poems as e-book on AMAZON Kindle: http: //www.amazon.com/A-Feather-of-Fujiyama-
ebook/dp/B 00E5XY5PO/ref=sr_1_1? s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1374938945&sr=1-1
 Special thanks to Vessislava Savova (translator) , Mercedes Webb-Pullman (Editor) , Adam 
Henry Carriere (Editor) , and my daughter Liliya...

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The Union Pacific steamer billowed clouds of smoke as down the rails it raced!
Young soldiers aboard the crowded train contemplated the dire fates they faced.
Melancholy thoughts of hearth and home this Christmas Day were hard to bear.
The mournful wail of the engine's whistle added to...

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Freight train is moving out; a big black Mally s’ pulling lead
The Mally’s fire s’ getting hot; she s’ belching smoke an’ blowing steam
Her big drivers ah’ drumming out a rolling rhythmic beat
Whistle blowing that lonesome wailing moan; a warning for all to heed

Caught her...

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Sonny hid behind the melons 
In a busy Asian marketplace,
Near the plantains and the mangos 
Where the shadows could obscure his face.  
He inhaled the air around him 
And enjoyed the fragrant scent of spice: 
Nutmeg, cumin, coriander... 
Made him hungry for some curried...

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Lincoln Special  
Abraham Lincoln’s Funeral Train


Ma, pa, and I dressed in our Sunday outfit, excited for the “Lincoln Special” to come up the track as we stand at the train depot.  

After departing Washington, D.C., on April 21, 1865, the black-draped train bearing...

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Rode here a man of some repute,
Banker and empire builder bold,
Who’d even tried to corner gold,
To lay him out a railroad route.

He addressed our town; here I quote:
“The westward way lies through your town.
It will bring commerce and renown.”
The people closed his way by vote.

They...

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The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation 
It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station 
The month was September, the year 1825 
A date to remember when the railways came alive 
The first steam train to carry...

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There are only two movies I watch more than once a year.
While You Were Sleeping with Sandra Bullock is one of them.
Sure, I love her. But I love Bill Pullman too and Peter Boyle.
You know how sometimes you want to recast a movie?

This is not...

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Flying Jib son of Curry Comb
The care of the comb son of Garden Gnome

Garden Gnome son of Pillow Case
The case of the headrest o’ Second Base

Second Base son of Baby Chick
The chick who’s a pip son of Pogo Stick

Pogo Stick son of Gunder Fahr
The father...

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Outside my window the glimpse of a twinkling muse 
sprinkling little bits of imagination into my soul.

I espy a little Reindeer prancing in the deep, deep woods.  Slanting my eyes just so I try to take a better look.  Before I get to...

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As I sit wandering about the south 
side of Chicago captured effortlessly 
by the tall dandelions watching the 
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails 
we often lit them just before the sun 
sets over George Washington Carver 
campus deep within the forest preserve 
over looking...

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