Best Rail Line Poems

A little girl
She comes to a land of ghosts
Almost empty streets
She wonders
Where are all the people
No one here looks like her
Within her heart
Emotions stir

It is so cold
Foreign 
Lonely
Where oh where, is the mountain of gold
Her mom and dad they are so bold
Pioneers
Adventures
People of action
Not of...

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Quiet Please                                           ...

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We forage for humanity,
hidden fruits quench our thirst.

Our hunting grounds, old overgrowth forest
just off the rail-line, down the hill to the

river, was a hobo camp long ago. Broken
pottery, tin plates and old bottles half

buried, speak of life's struggle. An attempt
at a foundation, now crumbling, imagines

hope...

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Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…  

Another rainy morning spent staring through
a wiper smeared windshield hoping to
make the next light, no such luck
When that song, our song or what used to be our song,
sneaks in through these worn out speakers…again
and I...

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Yes it's true that I have by-gone friends that I once knew.
                           Sometimes I pause to recall such friends,...

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as all the “elected” puppets congregate
with hands tied behind their backs
& marionette strings held in the hands of
corporate america (aka the global corporate),
they edge the tips of their toes along the
“fiscal cliff,” in order to force the
unfortunate citizens of the empire
boiling in the belly,
to tremble...

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Day Sounds

On one recorded morning in June of ‘08, my ears tuned in to the sound of the mild banging of a hammer from somewhere close by.  I heard the leaves in the trees, as they swayed just a little from the flow of...

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I gave it all away for a moment 
I would have done it for a second 
Because the truth us held deep in the mind 
And so very rarely does it find its way to the tongue
Or release itself from blackened lungs
You must live to...

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as soon as the banishment in a forest comes to an end 
all the rain-drops come to the ball-room with unfolded 
umbrellas over their heads 

the slumber of the adjourned dialogues
also breaks 

all the blossoms of the cucurbitaceous plant
that are supposed to open their petals...

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At around a quarter passed 6AM from the 2nd floor window,
I inhaled a most lovely view. So, I had to exhale and share with you.
My eyes beheld the canopy of blue so clear, pristine, and free of all clouds.
All around, I was enraptured with a...

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When need be
violence must be scripted without diction
the whole agly truth must make the pugent
In our world, need I say third
peaceful matching is an obscure tale, abominable by all jurisprudence
Headlines score cards for gallows humor, wrecking havoc makes for the highest bidder

World peace would only...

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"one day you must leave us,"
he was cautioned as a boy-
"to become a student in the city
perchance you should return here
a rich man or a priest"

as autumn waltzed with winter
the fields rose tall again
that child, all but a man now
frowned upon things outgrown
and saddled father's...

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I'm not saying that I was worry-free or not concerned about all those leaves falling from my tree. But I tell you truly that while I was some 2000 miles away from home for three weeks, my early rises disappeared as I stayed in bed...

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Beside the rail line and the slum I live
Lonely I'm do not feel alone in life

(Early rising, bathing, having breakfast,
watching TV, having lunch, seeing outside
from balcony, reading online poetry,
after dinner sleeping...
these are now daily routine)

Inside my home is silent but outside
quarrelsome conjugal life of the...

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Busy path was that
Like before but less walker
Beside the rail line

Grasses are growing
Greenly lives now on that path
Decorating well

At the setting sun
Your spreading two hands as if
wanna hug pink sky
Emptiness walking speedy
with pang tears in world home

Dove of evening time
Calling from far forlorn bush
As an...

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