Best Queuing Poems
Wiltshire is a lovely place too be
A county with plenty of history
Neolithic rocks from north to south
You can even see a white horses mouth
With walks over undulating ground
Find the mystery of the giants mound
You can see where the soldiers train
On the expansive Salisbury Plain
With white horses carved into the hill
Walk around them enjoy the thrill
If you are not able to do the walks
Visit the heritage centers hear the talks
But if all else fails jump into the car
You can easily see them from afar
No queuing required and it's free
Come to Wiltshire and you will see
Stonehenge, Avebury stones too name but afew
I guarantee you will go phew
Ingenuity of the people before
Its amazing, it will not bore
Moving those rocks that weigh a tonne
Without machinery just father and son
Carving horses into those chalky hills
Showing us, all thier artistic skills
So visit Wiltshire and see these sights
Plenty to do from morning to night
Let the country air cover your face
Do this slowly it's not a race
Enjoy your trip to this county
Paradise Yes without the bounty
Meet the locals and have a chat
Enjoy a cider you can't beat that
Categories:
queuing, history, image, nature, vacation,
Form:
Free verse
Bill’s cucumbers grew long and hard
Nuns queued up for them in his yard
‘Twas their weekly treat…
They were not to eat
I’ll finish here… or I’ll get barred!
08/12/20
Categories:
queuing, food, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Oh! the greatest one,
The only I believe in,
Than friends I meet everyday
Your existence in silence,
In the deepest hearts
Earth, galaxies and great creations
Leading scientist to compete
Interpret yours into queuing puzzles
In voyage of million light years
I only see and read your signs
Through your trusted people and holy books
Never be in competition
But I believe in supreme you
Than logic and them
Oh! the greatest one
Categories:
queuing, art, blessing, deep, giving,
Form:
Free verse
A great storm was brewing
Large numbers queuing
Thunderstorms rolling, lightning blazed
Throngs of people held spellbound, amazed
Trees swayed with arms raised
Nature too had joined in praise
Sceptics unable to accord him such praise
It was Martin Luther King's "I have a dream" address.
Categories:
queuing, dedication, discrimination, society,
Form:
Rhyme
No exception, we grab a cart
A slice of this geography
A part of this society. Among the lines of people shopping,
talking, grazing, cell phones buzzing
cashiers checking, shoppers queuing,
wheels are churning
cards are scanning,
as we chew on something new.
Looking for the latest deal. Should we try it? Should be buy it?
The great appeal of mindless thrill
I am shopping, child in tow
Buying dog food, fifty pounds
Then, to the car with chirping sounds
from this child (she is my grand)
who now observes a woman, pale,
with a skinny hound,
sheltered near the parking lot.
A homeless woman, I'm confounded
how to help this hungry soul
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This sweet grandchild is more endowed
to take a stand for that old hound
She's convinced to do some good
And so you know...
back in we go, where we once stood,
standing in the check-out line
We're in the store for more dog-food
A bag we buy, perhaps a few
We add some goods, a thing or two
This child with me is so astute
pointing to those gift cards too
to feed them both, as well we should
Approaching, we are taking care
to let her think it's for the dog
But in the bag, we left our hearts, we left a smile
The one we kept will last awhile
__________________________________________________________
True Story:
2/9/17
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Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Categories:
queuing, child, giving, granddaughter,
Form:
Free verse
Walking in the moonlight
With a beautiful girl
We arrive outside the ballroom
and I give her a twirl .
A little bit of Salsa ,
A waltz and then a jive
Then a little disco dancing
When we hear the band play , Staying alive.
You're the one that I want
That lovely song from Grease
Then we Tango on the terrace
I pray this night will never cease .
The people stood there queuing
Think we're crazy as sin
Grooving to the music
but making no effort to go in .
In this beautiful moonlight
I hold you as we dance
We are wrapped up in each other
Enjoying our romance .
Dancing and singing
Kissing every once in a while
The people in the queue
Now begin to like our style .
The big burly men on the front door
really get a shock
When they see you and I
Lead a conga around the block .
So many people
Laughing and having fun
A little hokey pokey
We show them how it should be done.
Huddled together
As I walk you home
Kissing at the front door
You promise you will phone
I'm ecstatic next morning
When I hear my telephone ring
but I know it was the moonlight
That made two hearts begin to sing.
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Categories:
queuing, romance,
Form:
Light Verse
A walk to school out of the backdoor, through the homemade back gate, through a narrow alley,
Cars parked on the curb, guarded by paraffin lamps, no garages, no parking area,
Walking down my road, past the bully's house, all is very, very quiet, careful
Then the front door opens, a big kid comes running and chases me down the road.
Near the end of my street was a large piece of wasteland, called "the logs"
Huge logs cut down hundreds of years ago, grey, split, tall trees chopped down,
Stinging nettles in large clumps, cars abandoned, a play ground for children,
Into a road full of bungalows, the posh side, people looking through curtains.
About a mile down this road, there was more wasteland, with a muddy shortcut,
Shoes covered in mud, trying to clean them with an old bit of paper, no good,
Out of the wooded shortcut, past the entrance of a railway, through a tunnel,
On the other side, up steps was a sweet shop, looked through window, no money.
Past the bank on to a main road, told many times to look left and right, careful,
Walking up another street, then a short cut through, an old mansion falling apart,
Down the coke covered road, into a road where huge flats were being built, ugly flats.
The into my school play ground, seeing class mates, queuing up to go into the school.
Categories:
queuing, nostalgia, school, old, old,
Form:
Prose Poetry
GHETTO LIFE
I'm just a black guy trying to survive
I hustle hard, just for me to live
I was born and bred in the ghetto,
And the only place I could earn money is not only at the lotto
I was feeling like I was walking in a circle
Everywhere I go I see the struggle
On the street human life is like a bubble
But I always learn how to stay out of trouble
So i decided to get on my feet,
Leaving the ghetto life style and walk through the street
Just for me to seek a good Job
Cos my life style is not to steal or rob
Poverty has always been my best friend,
I keep on running the race to put poverty to an end
I still remain that single guy who live in pains,
My pains made me stronger, so I never complain
The ghetto life is real, it's a viable lesson to learn,
It got people living on the edge, queuing up for their turn,
All my life spent in the ghetto at my youthful age,
With determination to excel in life, I never tarnish my image ..
#PricelessPEN
DECEMBER, 2017
Categories:
queuing, abuse,
Form:
Rhyme
I can still remember years ago in the 80's
When the pubs were packed
You'd pay for your beer with Ten pounds and get change back
You could keep a girlfriend for more than two minutes
And knew their name
Shame today men and women are not the same.
The music was great and had a melody
And there was always something good on TV
Like only fools and horses
The A team the love boat such classics
For me.
People smoked in public places
You'd get lost in big clouds of smoke
And couldn't see anyone's faces.
We were the new aromatics and dressed real cool
But looking at old photo's now
It's so embarrassing we looked like fools
The band the Human league came from my town
Yhey sang ''Don't you want me''
The singer had hair long hanging down
The other short
And every where you looked were clones of him
And boy George hanging around.
We had jobs then and money to spend
We'd go out every weekend
With our friends
And follow the latest trends.
We weren't ready for kids or to settle down
We were so young carefree and hang around town
Going to concerts like Gary Numan and the Cure
Waiting hours queuing up by the concert hall door.
Although life was far from fun for everyone
People did seem friendlier and knew how to have fun
We had morals then
The likes we will never see again.
''Forever 80's in my heart.''
Peter Dome Copyright.2015. June.
Categories:
queuing, growing up, music, youth,
Form:
Free verse
The Journey
From petrol station, conurbation,
Queuing traffic moving slowly,
Taxi rank and railway station.
Glimpsing horses, grazing cows
By winding rivers, straight canals.
Open farmland, working ploughs.
Motorways; long distance coaches,
Post card village, pond and green,
Packs and snacks, hurried lunches.
By scenic route and shady lane,
Thru’ darkening forest; silent trees,
Ancient site and sunny plain.
Over bridges, under bridges,
Hidden valley, windy moor.
By the oceans, passing hamlets,
From door to distant door.
Barry Stebbings
3/4/2016
Categories:
queuing, journey,
Form:
Rhyme
We lay bare next to the skin of the earth
watching mercury dancing around the restless sun
playing hide and seek in the burning heat
and penetrating mankind deception in the deep
Venus is orbiting the earth with its piercing light
casting shadows on the desperate arrows
and choking up the heavens
I don't know where they have laid him
but I can feel his current rumbling through the earth
ripping the stagnant river apart
and looking at the moon in the dark
I am sitting here waiting on the unknown
Heart throbbing billows rolling and
the deep blue sky is covering my head
The green trees are still standing tall
waiting for the anticipated fall
Saturn in riding on wings in big circles
it is the rock on which we stand
And it stabilizes the turbulent land
looking for the one who is able
to withstand its fiery hands
Jupiter has been murmuring for years
it has a storm that is bigger than our fears
twisting cold windy clouds over our busy head
erupting the emotions and stretching our legs
Neptune is invisible to the naked eyes but its
water and methane is fasten on solid ice
Uranus is filled with chemical composition
The confusion on earth is position on suspicion
Is this imagination or mere confusion
Mars has been snooping on us from the sky
Twice this week it emerges in plain sight
with its bright orange eye budging from the sky
I have mistaken it for the amber moon
But nature has declared a war to soon
Bees buzzing from the sky dropping honey in the kettle
Mankind queuing up in long lines waiting for a city that is divine
The mystery of life is yet to be found
It is buried somewhere beneath the blistering ground
Something is out there in the unknown
Waiting for the perfect time to make itself known
Earth with its formidable crust has finally open it guts
exposing its intricacy and laughing at us loudly
something more powerful than man lives in deep ocean
swirling and twirling like monster ready to devour
Oh how much I dread this conceited revelation
It is shaking the core of the hemisphere
causing death and destruction over the years
Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune
are bidding earth goodbye as they regroup in the sky
Life mystery is profound and it is found in the unknown.
Categories:
queuing, america, confusion, environment, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The Golden Stool
Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
To rest my bottom,
Cursed! And of course abominable it is
The Asantihene possesses it,
I will rather then be banish from being;
And become a bottomless bottoms
A riddle riddled with contour,
It is uncomfortable anyway,
I will rather seat on an armchair
Listening to the howling wind from Elmina;
Telling stormy tales of the beginning,
Of million sunk soul ancestors departed;
In ocean-farer Columbus minute sail,
Neither I examine buttocks of Homo- erectus
With magnifying glasses,
Nor listen to naked maidens cuddling calabash;
Filled with soft breadfruits
Strolling on marble tarmac roads,
But to virgins with unripe chest mangoes;
Dancing and queuing at my hut stepping,
Listen to mothers mingling backed urchins
Hoping in hope load of sacks;
In uncountable mileage
To dispose and bring back joy of cowries;
Labouring farmer hue mounds in hectares,
Rose in a grunt
Nostalgically, looked hazily back and future;
I must do a little bit more, more and more,
Mounds, until I reach tip end of the earth;
The hunegred yawns must be fill.
Categories:
queuing, history
Form:
Free verse
In the parking lot of the DMV
I watch the privileged
and the not so,
come and go.
They come in "Beemers"
and rattle clank clunkers,
desperate to join,
or rejoin,
the lemming like hordes
of autos.
So it goes from 8 to 5,
tentative migrants and
confident suits
queuing up,
checking and rechecking
their papers, hoping
that one visit is all that it will take.
Some mouths are mouthing,
practicing their excuses,
as to why they were late,
or need more time,
addressed to bored clerks,
who have heard it all
before.
All are reduced to a
singular oneness,
begging for a privilege,
without which they feel
they will starve.
For which they give up their life
in ways they can't account for
Categories:
queuing, allegory,
Form:
Free verse
In the phlebotomy room,
there came a woman
And a man
And their lad
Inquiring, queuing
‘My blood, I give to you;
draw and draw freely,
I have no qualms’
The lad started,
Responding, boasting
‘Yes, you can draw
by every means you choose
save with this needle!’
The lad protested,
Sobbing, struggling
Categories:
queuing, boy, child, family, funny,
Form:
Light Verse
With the brave nerve and poetic verve,
I have viewed martyr place in a daydream,
Almighty allocate, there righteous soul thereafter life,
Marvelous, awesome, splendid paradise it Seem,
Bowing trees of olive, flowing torrents of milk and honey,
Hanging fruits trickling nectar, Queuing castles in row,
No melancholy, pain and beavering away is there,
Take back the reward of deeds that they sow,
Pleased moments, precious time spent in the rogation of Almighty,
Observed happy, contented and joyful faces of all who martyr,
Almighty ennoble them from the rest of world,
We can’t imagine, the honor given to them so higher,
The beneficence of Almighty so vast and measureless,
Encompass the whole world from above to beneath,
He will revivify new life to them after death,
They become the twinkling star on cloud nine zenith.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
Categories:
queuing, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Tazkira