Best Sidings Poems

THE FAR VIEW
     Of  this quaint mountain village sparks a longing  strain lay dormant these many years. Was it some childhood visit, one too early to recall, or existence in another life? The two, to my searching soul, ever...

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Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When warmly embraced by
Every self-serving boast brazenly
Conveyed...
To be exploited, and thus,
Insidiously...

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The train didn’t slow down
I couldn’t get off
On this station

The sidings were removed
Only weed felt at home
On this station

The building still stands
I don’t know the name
The name of this station

It must have been short
To fit the empty area on the wall
There must have been life...

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Locomotives idle at their sidings
The world over

The big Case-Hellwig diesels
At low rpms
Or slow revv flashing what horsepower:

The iron-wheel'd gods
Bide their time......

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As I have walked pass or visited high-in rich subdivisions and gated communities, I have noticed all the homes are from the same color bracket. They are either beige, brown, cream, tan, camel, oatmeal, caramel, taupe… or a mixture of these colors, like half brown,...

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Train, sidings, chaos, meaning
Scared to look, reasoning, vision

Closed doors now opening, sighs

Confusion abounds, shouting
Bullets flying, pouting guards, snipped

Warred crimson spills
Previous defiance lies with no voice
Empty they, embraced with death

Elation, turmoil, as to where I am, confused
Being me, scared to step out, sunlight

Approached, a gentle calm
Breathing...

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AND IN THE END



Book me a ticket I’m going to Nirvana
On through the dark tunnel into the light
Key the journey in my route planner
On the freedom train and out of sight

Hello Buddha you were right all along
As Jesus said the answer is within
Ah my dear...

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The 'tock', 'tock', 'tock' of the station clock, 
the clickety clack of the board. 
Telling the time and destinations 
but no one to cry 'All aboard!'
The 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of the carriage doors, 
the shrill of the guards silver whistle. 
The announcement that, the next...

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This sickness haunts me

It eats at 
my brain as I 
attempt to compartmentalize 
the virus before it
spreads 
further 
down 
my 
nervous 
system.

There’s a pitter followed by the patter- all from the pit in my stomach.

As the haunting seeps into my bones and tightens the wires...

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Dead End Street

He is waiting in the dark
In the smoky dark under the railway sidings.
He is nervous in the black
In the black of the black slag piles.
He lights a cigarette and breathes out
His breathing rapid and expectant.

The victim is on his way
On his way to...

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other worlds are perfect
other houses are clean
mostly people are liars
we live like we mean

other floors are shining
other carpets are shampooed
mostly people are frontin'
we live like the best we can do

other sidings are pressure washed
other fences are mended
mostly people are selling wolf tickets
we live like the...

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Ghosts are everywhere we deign to gaze
On newspaper pages where halcyon days
Are smudged and disfigured by printing presses,
The names and the faces, the last known addresses.

From milk carton surfaces hauntingly stare
The fresh-faced and innocent, now who knows where?
On lampposts and sidings, buses and trains,
Images pasted,...

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Uardian to us
Don't point; those two fingers now'
Signed your deeds, away..'

A lurching west
Peace before the sidings
Axis U N-powered
...

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There's a darker side
to every house
where the sun
will never shine.

Flowers don't grow
and the snow,
sometimes,
lasts into spring.

Paint won't hold,
the sidings black
and there's moss
on every stone.

Just like the way 
I feel,being all alone....

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In light industrial units, sheet-metal roofs
ping under the rising heat of the sun.
Sounds of tin stretched into rhythm.
He tumbles out of a fuzzy dream
tramples over himself, sucks in
half-digested thoughts.
Morning on the edge
of a medium-sized mid-west city,
Mourning doves throttle a coo or two.
This late chiming morn,
he...

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