Best Railway Line Poems

...Wobbly bits , Hairy bits and dangly bits galore
So if you're feeling squeamish
Draw your curtains and lock the door
For today is the day in Yorkshire 
When the naked ramblers go on tour.

They ......

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...Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His mann......

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...Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came 
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion, 
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom, 
by......

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...OCTOBER TALE
Go south and follow the sun’s traverse
As it heads t’ward Capricorn
When days and nights are in equipoise
And slight chills happily born

Go beyond the wide stream where Siegfried ......

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...From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view woul......

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...a stroll beneath this old stone bridge
is a stroll through time and mist
where remnants from another age
and graffiti coexist.

where nitreous oxide cannisters
and weeds and grass combine
to c......

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...In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before ......

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...A funny thing happened to or with me this morning during the 11 O'clock hour. During the few moments that I was watering our lemon tree, a train went back. This was the Amtrak and not the commercial ......

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...In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before ......

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...I do not picture the brown-eyed sadness,
  Pools of hazel windblown on the heath,
Any more than I picture the days of childhood,
  Less than idyllic pastures spread beneath.

On some soft corner......

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                          gla......

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...Crushing snowberry bushes on a hillside,
Droops down, discarding fallen blossom petals,
magnificent sand dunes soaked in pure water,
countryside nature soothes with the sweetness of honeyed melody......

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...This morning I went on my daily stroll.
Only this time it was quite different:
I permitted my mind to take control
How much I knew not or to what extent.
It took me on a tour of memories.
I see ......

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...A short cut through the tunnel led me home,
a route I'd taken many times before
but on that misty, cold October night
along its path a nightmare lay in store.

An unfrequented disused railway li......

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...I was walking home from work about four thirty in the morn,
and was crossing o’er the railway line before the coming dawn,
when my foot slipped off the iron rail and I felt my ankle sprain,
then h......

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