Best Stations Poems

On arrival we kiss.
On departure we weep.
Lives so different merge.
Lives so similar diverge....

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"Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch,"
and everyone laughed, as he pointed
to each location.
Irreverent,
to some,
but in the rhythm,
a silent prayer.

No God could control him;
have him tow the line,
put fear of retribution,
or threaten him to a life
stoking the coals for Beelzebub.
He would give you the shirt off his...

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I fondly recall when "service" meant "service" at a service station,
When guys wore a uniform and exuded pride and dedication.
They always greeted you with a smile and friendly, "Howdy do!
It's good to see you!  How can I be of service to you?"

While you sipped...

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Panic stations
Uneasy the herds where packs rode
Panic stations
Packs close ranks when lone wolf notions
Disrupt the pecking order mode
It's the lone voice that bears the load
Panic stations

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2012...

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I called the police station but there were no cops.
Every single police officer was at doughnut shops.
My store was robbed and I hate the cops guts.
None of them would do anything until they finished eating their doughnuts.
By the time they were through, the robber was...

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The gates of hell cannot prevail in the
sanctuary of the church, the enemy is
waving his flag today, within the sanctuary
of the Lord, boasting of his wickedness
planting seeds of mistrust and discord, the
church will not be made common, the church
is holy ground, and all that worship...

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When I was young I wasn't much into hugs
or prolonged touch..
I tolerated a peck on the cheek or a kiss
on the forehead before falling asleep..
Probably due to my older sis and her bear like
hugging, a mixture of love and her strength,
that often felt like a...

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summer
     foreshadows
     satisfaction

     Winter
     deepens
     cold

     autumn
     unravels
     trees

    ...

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How to rid myself of addiction
Let it run to the cross soiled
Here on the 1st station of the cross
Feel the self-hate go to its fate
Carry my new wood proudly

Condemned to crucifixion
I nail the addict while contrite
With kindness and patience
Threw away my paraphernalia 
Break the doubt...

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Watch All Other TV Stations

Except FOX, all other news TV Stations watch,
Because all up things Fox does seem to botch;
Whittle away,
Night and day;
More irritation caused when Fox carved a notch.

Jim Horn...

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when i die send me 2 Thunder Bay
thundered thunder bolts r 10 dbs
Nipigon River Bridge Recharging Station currents
regenerate thunder like brook trout roe
restocking fishing rods 2 ur net, 
brook trout wear speckles not glasses,
revolted thunder bolts r 200 dbs;
give 10 loonies to the aboriginal station...

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Sometimes I could just scream out loud
For we don't stand out in a crowd
I guess to some we look the same
We have no face, we have no name
It's hard to say just how we feel
As a small cog in a big wheel
So much that cannot...

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Jesus, when you fell to the ground under the weight of a great cross, doggedly following the soldiers on the dusty trail, you were whipped with their lashes and kicked , until you went down.  Oh, how they must have hurt you Jesus, as...

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After the Sunday service, searching back to her
For a date. He will soon be walking back to her.

Bottle rockets popping over the Sacre Coeur.
She suddenly kissed him; he then leaning back to her.

Leave ending, the soldier takes the Gare de l’Est train.
Just outside, from his...

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Another Whistle Stop

Whistle stops wait for lonesome midnight trains 
Recalls starlit sentimental journey storms 
Shivers in express downpours, pelting rains, 
Whistle stops wait for lonesome midnight trains 
To sing a litany of train refrains, 
Rumbles through restless lullabies forlorn 
Whistle stops wait for lonesome midnight...

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