Best Trams Poems

this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti 
and the street art everywhere

its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold yet somehow hot

(but I know I’m getting older
when those fun...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my bed/so much hating too much lying chaos just outside my door/brainwashed zombies from their pulpits spewing vitriol and more/horsemen riding...

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day in the life of a coal miner 

in the darkness you hear them
their boots clumping along the cobbled stones
not dawn yet ...yet still they are on their way to work
young lads of 15 plus.

these are miners sons
following the traditions
each generation go down the pit
twelve...

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I feel so proud when I see our national flag raised
and sing our Anthem ‘Oh land of our birth’
This island is not the place where I was born
but there’s no place on earth I’d rather be
with mountains and hills, a patchwork of fields
and the ocean...

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Heavy Trains

My Life has been a song of heavy trains,
not rails or trams that ride below the street.
A move that in your gut of gut does reign
as you sense the force to come down in your feet.

My life has been the song of steel on...

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ELECTRICITY

Edison has spoiled us past the point of no return
Lights around the world all cause the city life to burn
Every child becomes addicted to computer fun
Computers make them stick to chairs so they forget to run
Trams all are electric now and shuttle to and fro
Radios...

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It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house that night
At the very edge
Of a very small village
At the...

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Palindrome Quirks

Gateman, has thou seen my nametag
Tips he replied or else upon thy boot I shall spit
Evil doer! Can I not but endure this shame to live

Was it thy dog upon yonder grass I saw?
Rats! Rover has been seen by the clear night’s star
God! Why...

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There’s gas in them there seams
So the scientists seem to think
All they have to do to get it is
 Dig the holes, then sink

Sink down hydraulic drills 
Force under high pressure, mixture in the cracks
All the gas then seeps upwards 
And that’s what they call...

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The Boardwalk

Whistles, jeers
Unrelenting young men
Ladies in swimsuits sigh while passing by

Screams from the Wild Mouse
Creaking ominously against summer skies
What happens if it fails to make that turn?

Spinning wheels, colorful trophies
“Step right up and try your luck!”
“Come on, Dad, it’s just a buck.”

Children’s laughter
Fun House draws...

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Memories Of The Sydney Tram

This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings
in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along
the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the
people wanted to move at a much faster pace.
Soon to follow was the steam...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the cyclist to the right,
They have the right of way,
Trams, buses...

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(World War One Poem)

Field Of Dreams

The World has stated our freedom,
the worms shall share a soldier's fear.
To look above my trench
is to be a thief in the night.
Life shall lurk, afraid of what is above.

My brothers wait for their moment
the maverick shell will deal the...

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Tram stops Old lady asks "Am I twirly?"
Conductor looks up tram and shakes his head
On she gets and on we go

As a young lad on the way to school
I often wondered how old one had to be
To be Twirly

Three stops on the way were always...

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At Rotterdam in Netherlands
I made plenty of window friends
I could reach out to them 
whenever I missed my own
friends and near ones back home.

The window facing the South unfolded
the beautiful, enchanting river Masse.
Its simmering and quivering depths reflected
the multitudenal colours of historic city it nurses.

The...

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