Best Taxis Poems
Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix
Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Sweet Tobacco, Lucky Bags
Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch
Beta Bars, Loot, Candy Floss
The mysterious chewing gum flavour loss
Golden Crisp, Nut Crisp and Fuse
Extra, Bliss and Trebor Chews
Caramel and Raspberry Ruffles
Drifter and Milk Chocolate Truffles
‘99’ Flake ice cream cones
Zooms and Fabs and Toblerones
Coffee Break, Bitz, Victory Vs
Cadbury’s Special Recipes
Swisskit, Gold Mine, Apple Jack
Tiffin, Feast and Caramac
Welcome, Skippy and Sultana
Nutty, Banjo and Cabana
Chewing Nuts, Cough Candy Twist
Butterscotch and Butterkist
Crunchie, Topic, Fudge, Mintola
Super Mousse, Crazy Joe Cola
Golden Cup, Fruit Flavoured Rocks
(The secret of) The Black Magic Box
Floral Gums and Cherry Lips
Olde English Spangles, Walnut Whips
Kinder toys encased in plastic
Necklace sweets linked on elastic
Butter Mints, Fruit Polos, Yorkies
Sherbert Lemons, Sherbert Strawberries
Bazooka Joes and Liquorice pipes
Lollipops with swirly stripes
Mint Cracknel, Taxis, long red laces
Texan Bars and Funny Faces
Winter Mixture, Rainbow Drops
Jazzies, Kit Kat, Pips, Ice Pops
Toffee Bon Bons, Drumsticks, Rolos
Amazin’ Raisin, Aztec, Mojos
Barley Sugar, Chocolate Limes
Daims that changed their name from Dimes
Jelly Babies, Jelly Tots
Milk Gums, Munchies, Mars, Pear Drops
Coltsford Rock and Anglo Bubblies
Sugared Almonds, Frozen Jubliies
Peanut Brittle, Prize, Ice Breaker
Dolly Mixtures, Old Jamaica
Kop Kops, Wine Gums, Laughs and Treets
Jap Desserts and whistling sweets
Fishermen's Friends and Hacks and Zubes
Pineapple Chunks and Cola Cubes
Everton Mints and Pontefract Cakes
White chocolate mice and jelly snakes
Refreshers, Teacakes, Swizzles, Pacers
Toffee Logs, Fruit Gums and Waifers
Rumba, Dipped Flake, T Bar, Tunes
Fry's Five Centres, Macaroons
Bars and boxes of Milk Tray
Milky Bar and Milky Way
This ‘Pick and Mix’ is yours to share
With all sweet lovers
everywhere.
If I could write a story song
Our loves’ beginning, told in time
In beautiful, eventful words
Perhaps a Sonnet of a rhyme
If I could write of younger days
Of unexpected rendezvous
Of fate’s design or destiny
I’d write of how I first met you
There’d be no Taxis, Chances Are
No Auld Lang Synes, no Lyin’ Eyes
There only would be tears of joy
For having lived love’s sweet surprise
If I could write a story song
Then every word could fill a page
For love needs only thought to live
And thought defies all time and age
And so my story would portray
The fortune of love’s wondrous gift
Of one remembered summer night
Of wandered hearts, no more to drift
The city of Prague
In a different world
Its centre ripped
The whole world heard
Its now separated by
Canyons so deep
The day it happened
To hear a country weep
Beautiful buildings
Fell away
Architectural delights
Toppled on sway
But the city recovered
No bridges to be seen
Ingenious in genius
Sky Gondola's reign
To cross this great city
From north to south
Over the gaping rift
Above the canyons mouth
Gondola shaped
Zeppelin for lift
Tiller propeller
Propulsion shift
Sky taxis
In ariel flow
With their lanterns lit
Like glowworms glow
This sight i view
With my pal Jules Verne
Inspires his writes
As generations will learn
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Rio de Janeiro, a city by the shore:
Home to Ipanema, Carnival and dance folklore.
As a child, of you I read, from books that showed your Christ.
Arms outstretched, He guards your days and lights your sky by night.
And now I’ve stood beneath His feet and breathed the air you breathe.
I’ve viewed the famous Sugar Loaf, seen monkeys play in trees,
visited your fruit stands and drunk from a coconut shell.
I’ve searched for creatures hewn in stone that midnight vendors sell,
and on your soft and clinging sand, I thrust my toes deep in
and glistened under winter sun, brown sugar on my skin.
Along Copacabana, I jumped waves, enjoyed a beach
which, when they cross an avenue, all visitors can reach.
On weekends and on holidays, your several sea fronts teem
with hundreds, no with multitudes, of people who all seem
content to chat beneath umbrellas, lounging in the sun,
while on a road closed to all traffic, others like to run.
And on that winding promenade are folks, most clad in shorts,
thong-bikinied women, sundry shapes and shades all sorts!
Kids whiz by on roller blades; old or young may ride a bike.
Many simply merrily stroll, though dressed as for a hike.
And in your city’s whole, the countless cars and bodies stream;
pedestrians and door-less shops, props in your waking dream.
with taxis veering left and right and people catching buses;
Cacophony of life your subways and your streets encompass.
Children on their mother’s hands; boys in soccer shirts.
Men sip beers at sidewalk bars; girls scurry in their tight skirts.
Portuguese artisans laid the paths your people walk.
What tales immersed in history if cobblestones could talk!
More than a metropolis, you are yourself, unique!
And I have had the pleasure to have sampled your mystique.
For Bic Gi-Sa's Landscape and Towns Contest
the rain that drowned the sidewalks
dampened down the night-time heat
creating steam through manholes
from the pipes beneath the street
and set against this backdrop
of a vibrant city beat
swarms of taxis stung the air
with horns stuck on repeat
as a writer sipping coffee
staring from a café seat
wrote words for her 'bestseller'
based on when two people cheat..
"..married strangers and a storm..
arranged a covert meet..
..ran towards each other
in a way such lovers greet..
they kissed beneath umbrellas
in a manner so discreet
then stepped inside a restaurant
to flirt, laugh, love and eat
her big blue eyes melted his heart
her smile was wide and sweet
and he was rich, tall, cool and calm
and swept her off her feet..."
...but before the lovers' story
made it to another sheet
the writer came to from her thoughts
with the chapter incomplete
her big blue eyes and sweet wide smile
felt somewhat obsolete
on the poor, tall, cool, calm waiter who
brought change with her receipt.
Purple flowers of my
adolescence
Gone now - gone forever
Outside my window
young girls play hopscotch
Taxis whizz by
Young lovers embrace
Getting lost in the humming metoroplis
is a good way to eliminate angst
The biblical three score and ten years
is not that felxible
Purple flowers of my adolescense
Gone now - gone foerver
Still I see images of them at times
in the eyes of certain strangers
I've bought a brand new mabel fern,
expansive, I can tell you,
when I've learned just how it words
I'll have a go and bell you.
It's got five ponds of crudity
which should last me a moth
but just for now I'm sending taxis
and this is the firk one off.
I've learned to use the camilla,
and music files called empty trees
which quite impressed my goon ladle
who wished she had one of these.
The only treble that I'm having
is the massages I type out
keep changing anatomically, don't know what that's about.
I may just take it back and give the ship assassin what for,
and get my monkey refunded and find another store.
Hope you and the wolf are in good hearth.
She gave me a dry idea
Then asked me if I wanted to join her
To go dancing in the rainwater
Only for me to wake up
And find she lived in my slumber
So let me close my eyes again
And sleep the night and days away
To be with her all through this time
With rainbows
in the raindrops
in her hair that Shine
I'm stuck behind moving willow trees
Who are stuck behind a line of white taxis
Wipe my eyes from the wind and water
If you would want this to seem shorter
Don't these stares aim for you?
I've been facing them for a month now
All because of a point of an opinion
On how much worse the sun has shone through
We sat on the grass
And looked out to the floor
500feet below us maybe even more
She told me who she was with tears in her eyes
Her sadness forced me to open mine
Once again she was gone from in front of me
along with her tears and her shame
Pull the sheet over my head and remind me again
Calling out in my subconscious
To her silhouette
To turn when I say her name
I'm stuck behind moving willow trees
Who are stuck behind a line of white taxis
Wipe my eyes from the wind and water
If you would want this to seem shorter
Don't these stares aim for you?
I've been facing them for a month now
All because of a point of an opinion
On how much worse the sun has shone through
For my life
For my love
You make me struggle
You've made me break
But just like stone
I'm not leaving this point
not until the sea washes me away
I still have plenty of time left
To watch the dreams
As my days float on by
For my life
For my love
A place in the sun...bright and shining from early morn.
Ebony tones everywhere..colorful garments
lend an air of festivity....hustle and bustle everywhere.
Streets...bands of steel meander through the city
tall buildings ...cast grotesque shadows along the roads
as trees bow in homage to the new day.
People rushing by...insects trapped in an invisible jar
laughing, singing....white teeth flashing.
Aromatic scents of herbs and spices
emanate from side walk cafes to
tease the senses.
Side walk hawkers...fried fish, fried chicken, fried cassava
tittilate the senses... tempt the taste buds.
Taxis rush at a mad pace oblivious to potholes all the way.
Wildlife a-plenty ....... from lions to giraffes
a colorful scene ....a feast to the eyes.
Flamingoes on the lake.. fiery pink compete with brilliant sunsets,
a world seen behind rose tinted shades.
Even the soil.....red as ochre, black as coal, white as the beaches
a variety of colors throughout the land.
Tea and coffee plantations..a delightful view
in a beautiful land , I once knew
where suffering, hardship, joy and laughter
embrace each other,
Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me.
Looking up, a taste of freedom
Freedom from the masses that
move relentlessly along the streets.
Hints of greenery peak out along
the sides and edges of the rooftops.
Man made gardens are up there,
hidden among the water towers
built up around the chimneys
A retreat from the insanity
of the city.
By day, sitting up high on a
New York rooftop, listening to
the rat-a-tat blasts of road workers
or the loud shouts and horns
I am grateful to sit quietly
by myself, in a temporary oasis
from the madness.
By night, the coveted New York
rooftop becomes a sky lit wonder
My eyes gaze at patterns of lights
outlining and tracing the bridges
lighting up with color the great
Empire State Building, known
by sight throughout the world.
Triumphant displays of lights
can be see from One World Trade Center
and a host of lesser lights
shine brightly on that
famous skyline.
Oh, to escape to the haven of a
New York rooftop. Of all the sights
to be seen in this mighty city of
cities, nothing quite compares
to being on an ordinary rooftop.
Looking out, I can see downtown,
uptown, midtown, the East River
and the Hudson river.
It is a quite a marvel to stand
and gaze out from a lowly
rooftop in New York.
2015
Dressed in green, plants and trees grow
Roads of red clay, joining paved highways
Dry and dusty, wet and muddy
Walking shops, sleeping vendors
Basket of fruits, bin of vegetables
Mother of foods, server of nations
Flocked Churches, packed Mosques
Taxis race, bodas rally
Welcoming hearts, amazing people
Smiling faces, begging hands
Noisy towns, silent villages
Crying children, sweating mothers
Drunken men, joyful youth
Packed cities, Street kids home
Rich on the hills, poor in the valleys
Traffic jams maul, load shedding haul
Africa’s frontier, Pearl of Africa
Floods of milk, hives of honey
Racing beasts, crawling reptiles
Home of gorillas, nest of each specie
Jungle for monsters, castle for prey
bed of mammals, host of nature
Path way of the sun, Mixture of weather
Source of the Nile, mother of great lakes
Host of rift valleys, pride of huge Mountains
Pool of hot springs, pack of great rocks
Mother of investors, lover of strangers
Home of kingdoms, shrine of martyrs
Cocktail of languages, blend of tribes and races
Prize of education, oven of destiny
Center of minerals, mogul of nature
Preserver of creation, Lover of God
Many parties, one leader
Mother Uganda
NB:Uganda is a landlocked country in East Africa whose diverse landscape encompasses the snow-capped Rwenzori Mountains and immense Lake Victoria. Its abundant wildlife includes endangered gorillas and chimpanzees as well as rare birds
Thought of writing about this great nation of mine..
Sidewalks are full of people, yet no eyes do mine meet;
Taxis, by the thousands, litter the city street;
The sun is blocked out by high-rises with business men in suits;
I am a lost and lonely cowboy, with no place to wear my boots.
I ride the subway from Soho, up to Central Park;
In search of Mother Nature, pretending the pigeon is a lark;
Surrounded by millions – never have I felt so all alone;
I am bored of Manhattan and I hunger for my Western home.
I came looking for excitement; I came looking for a job;
I came looking for myself – now, I’m just lost among the mob;
Who knew that in Manhattan, with such diversity,
A simple, bumpkin cowboy would get bored with the big city?
I am bored of Manhattan, and all of its pretentiousness,
But I haven’t got the money to return to what I miss,
So, me and my guitar play songs in Times Square,
Drop some coin in my guitar case, so I can skedaddle out of here.
Written and posted 1/5/2016
As Noah gathered his flocks, and he gathered his herds
Two by two, from the frogs, to the birds
They would follow the leader, right into the ark
Indeed, he was told "Build a ship, and embark!
There's a flood coming soon, 40 days, 40 nights
Some thought he was crazy, his decision a plight!
Noah's two monkeys, had a devilish side!
They quickly jumped on the back of the elephants' hides
They took unfair advantage
Even carrying their luggage
While these jumbo sized taxis....gave them a ride
Horace and Doris were at the end of the line
As tortoises go, they would need extra time
Inching their way up, took an hour...so slow
While the rest of the group, cheered them on from the bow
till finally they were sealing ship's bolted door shut!
And soon rains were pouring, first sprinkles, then lots!
At dinner each night, as they would gather to dine
Like a cruise, quite gourmet, .....big buffets , even wine
They bought in the first course, a huge bowl of soup
In the hot broth was a rabbit, swimming in loops!!
"Oh Noah! Come quickly!"..."There's a hare in my soup!!"
And soon all the twosomes, were laughing and hooting
The ark was party, filled to the brim
Two for the road, and one for the swim
They would follow the leader, right into the ark
Indeed, he was told "Build a ship, and embark!
There's a flood coming soon, 40 days, 40 nights
Some thought he was crazy, some partied all night
But the risk was a good one, it seems he was right!
Circumstances might make us lose faith in our whims
And it might look as if all our chances are dim
Do not give in ! Or at least have fun
For laughter's the best medicine under the sun!!
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One epic Saturday morning
The heavens and winds subduing
To permit my soul to freeing
The escaping on the road enjoying
When I heave and legs pounding
Heart throbbing and hands waving
To every car and person passing
Over every pothole and stone leaping
Can’t stop for anything or nothing
When this rhythm gets me going
Faster and further I’m moving
Miles and miles of distance covering
Over hills and valleys travelling
Bridges and train tracks crossing
Cool breezes in my face blowing
My body sweating starts tingling
From head to toe so exhilarating
My heart smiling my soul calming
My thoughts clearing my mind opening
Legs stretching home striding
Sirens ringing lights flashing
Police racing past cashing
Cars hooting onto the paving
Safer here that where taxis are driving
Some braking wheels squeaking
Kids laughing out with mom shopping
Fingers pointing curiously staring
Homeless person at the robot bagging
My mind preparing next street turning
Up the hill climbing arms pumping
The sun shining my back burning
Tank empty, but somehow enduring
Still wondering ... can’t stop thinking
About this love that I’m feeling
From this natural high I’m getting
Another dose of good medicine
A spiritual rejuvenation
Thank you Lord I’m praying
For this wonderful gift so blessing
Another beautiful run ending
She sits on a street corner with a teardrop in her eye
Wishing she were in the cars of the people driving by
Her mother left with some john about two months ago
The man with the eviction notice didn’t care she had no place else to go
She carries in her small backpack everything she owns
The coming of the winter colds is in the winds that have blown
The bed she made on a City Park bench can comfort her no more
Her absences in the public school do not entice anyone to go looking for …
… the poor little black girl that nobody cares about
She has potential deep inside of her buried beneath the hunger pains
But nobody in this busy world recognizes what there is to gain
She is doing everything she possibly can to stop from turning tricks
But the only thing her mother taught her was how to hide the bruises from her kicks
The Styrofoam cup she holds out to strangers hasn’t collected any coin
People just leave her looks of disgust as if she is at fault for being forlorn
Shadows cast by the high-rise buildings grow longer with the setting sun
As commuters begin their journeys home she stands up in front of everyone …
… and the poor little black girl lets out a booming shout
“I don’t do this because I want to; being abandoned was not my choice;
I tried quietly to ask for help – but today I will use my voice
I turned thirteen years old today – the anniversary of another girl’s mistake
Is it too much to ask for, just once, a piece of cake?”
“You can pretend that I don’t exist; you can pretend that you’re better than me;
You can long for that future day when I am no longer here for you to see;
You can hate me and fear me and just turn your head the other way;
But you will see me again, sitting by our Father to hear your excuses come judgment day”
Businessmen and businesswomen stopped for just a minute
They looked around at one another not sure of the message or how to spin it
Then continued towards their taxis, subways, ferries and their cars
She stood alone after the sun went down beneath the twinkling stars …
It is up to you, now, to determine how this story turns out