Best Transportation Poems
diner waitress does not know
her brief touch and smile ...
stopped him from ending
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation of schoolers, We can’t ignore
Parish Council and T.A. open the door
Dem open de door to safe highways
Drivers, come mek mi show you de way.
PLAN NUMBER ONE, yu must put in place
Watch yu speed limit, Or pólice in yu face.
But oonu inna hurry,
An oonu inna haste
Jus a grab plenty dollas
Inna dis ya rat race
Yu no realize sey dat tings no so nice
Protect de schoolers dem,
dem a fi wi special prize.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
PLAN NUMBER TWO
a telling you is true
Play wid de schoolers and yu corner really blue
Treat de pickeny dem wid plenty respect
Diginity, Courtesy and yu know de rest
All when inna yu face dem push up dem breast.
Responsibility is PLAN NUMBA THREE
Dress to impress an talk mek we see
Yu a one good driver wid nuff control
Drap de pickney dem right a school door
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Transportation, Mi sey transportation
School transportation, Mi sey transportation.
Veil of snow impeding my desire,
I trudge in spite of you;
I trudge because of you,
my legs knee deep in ice.
Frigid wind conspiring to obstruct my path,
I trudge despite you,
I travel through you
and my body heat will survive you.
Hopelessly wandering the barren ice,
seeking a reprise.
I am cold, I will surmise;
yet I shall overcome the pain
to achieve my destination;
...because public transportation
should be free and the free-est of them all is walking.
buses cabs subways
how I get around
no subways are here
so buses will do
for six days a week
cities subways
when I am there
cabs cost too much
subways are quick
hitch hiked some
younger days
now buses
bus fare
one way
stop
I was like hey I can save and fight this pollution I thought this was a good decision but as I started to ride I could not believe my eyes, so much much was going on,yes something is wrong as we pay are fare the real pollution hit the air and your are forced to breathe in this piss stench, the seats give you a creepy feeling now it got you itching,the loudness of people being on their phones, I can't rest on the ride home,the crazy people that you in counter on the daly basis ,yes I'm talking about people and some are racist,somebody should have warned me that this will be the ride of my life,germs in the air,trash every where,it's a scare beware.
He walked around the showroom
the cars were shining bright
He told the nearest salesman
I do not see a bike
They thought he meant motorcycles
instead of brand-new cars
The little green man got offended
so he pedaled on back to Mars
Back in the old West, cattle drives were all they knew
Thousands of rough miles, a lot of cattle and a few cowboys
Outlaws, bad weather, stampedes and that is went things went right
Riding herd 24 hours a day or anything else they had to do
It took a long time to get there and a lot of tired cowboys
Then progress came riding in, coast to coast railroad
The cowboys thought that they were out of a job, cattle in wooden rail cars
They were off to market, on iron rails they set sail
Steam locomotive smoke, instead of trail dust on this new road
Cowboys could take an easy chair, no more sleeping under the stars
All beef now was going by rail
Until the 1960's at the ranch we always shipped our cattle by rail
To Mid-California from New Mexico, we thought it was fast
It took a week, every 24 hours they would stop for water and feed
They thought it was the best, it was the modern cattle trail
Progress came riding in again, the rail road did not last
Came a newer and faster outlaw breed
Cattle trucks, burning up the asphalt trail
Double deck trailers, two driver running as a team
Could make the same run in twenty four hours, that used to take 7 day
Progress always seems to find a faster trail
Like most things, just part of a dream
The cowboys just had to change their ways
Levitation may be how
I’ll journey over times and worlds away,
Safer than the highway now
I travel every day.
Maybe, too, my soul will soar
Each night beyond the spheres of space,
Coming home again before
The dawn-light strikes my face.
I rush every morning holding my coffee .
I board the bus , checking my phone
I want no problems .
As mind prepares for hectic hours
some daring guy breathes on my ear,
questioning me for my IG .
beyond upset
I say : no way.
Another guy at 7’s platform wishes
the same ,
he’s fine ,
I give in .
I finish work and I feel drained
And again on the bus
Coming back home an old guy casually
gives me his number
and he says :-call me
I feel disgusted .
The next day comes.
The first guy stands in front of me
The bus is packed ,
and he tells me please give me your IG .
I feel the sin of my hypocrisy
so out of pity ,
I give in .
One minute later he is texting me
He likes my pics , he hearts my comments ,
OMG he is so extra !
I have to ghost him .
Three days have passed
He hates my guts , if looks could kill …
I would be dead tomorrow morning.
Then he gets salty
He writes I’m basic , and even chunky.
Then he posts selfies with his own shorty
That’s it !
I have to block him .
The hunky one , he booty texts me
I check my phone it’s 3:am
Asking to meet me
so we can cuddle until the sunrise.
Forgot to mention his IG contacts
are only women , with huge sweet bums
and scarce clothing .
I can’t reply I have my pride
hottie and all I have to block him.
And every day repeats same stories
of dummy guys
asking for something.
When I say no I’m nasty B,
if I say yes I’m nasty B.
Only cause
I ignore them.
As you can see I have my motives,
to my dismay this city is full of spineless men
Younger and older.
Still I have old pops phone number
I haven’t called him
Maybe I will , I’m very morbid .
The beast must have rest—it's a horse
If not your quest's over—of course
These trips had required
Getting tired and mired
Cars from this hard work—us divorce
A train runs Cape Town to Cairo.
It will be through here by and by.
The route is straight as an arrow,
It’s like riding clouds through the sky.
To travel near and far,
we don’t need a car.
There’s some trains underground.
A fleet of buses can be found.
They are a great sensation.
Taking us to our destination.
Just get over to the station.
TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION
Trapped on an Island
An Island made of steel
Cages of grating cover me
While the mist in the ocean fills
Wind pushing it's way forward
Leaving me behind
Counting down the hours
When will it be my time
Yelling out loud in the dark
But no one can hear my cries
Waiting for the sun to show it's face
And open up it's beautiful skies
Waiting for a bird to come calling
Waiting to hear its wings in the wind
On an Island I am trapped!!!
And here I will stay
Watching the sun Descend
Waiting for my time to go in
Some people don't own a car
People who cannot walk far
They could take a bus
Without too much fuss
Depends on how agile they are
Yours is my sacred non-zero soul
core center shared
within
Surrounded by your robust
fertile
masculine energy
Not to exploit
and yet not too shy
Not too retractive
nor extractive,
equipoised
Anticipating
our cooperative re-investing,
powerfully ebbing
and succulently flowing
further enculturating future.
So, I do not cheat without you
in my most polypathic
panentheistic imaged way,
Always knowing we must each
separately
and full-clothed return
to yet another Patriarchal
White Capitalist dominant
LeftBrain academically
monoculturally anthro-supremacist
Straight Day
Our monotheistic Way
on Earth
waiting for full
and edifying thrusts
of and from
multicultural indigenous EarthTribe trust
in octaved sensory
resolving light
and musical resounding sound
Imagining
engaging
co-empathic RightHemisphere senses heard
and felt
in nonzero whole-sum
resplendently glad non-choices
CoEmpowered both/and opportunities
CoInfested
hot and hasty
awaiting win/win economic
and political play.
Doing my wholesome
whole sums
holy nonzero full of life
so not so win/lose unwholesome
empty entropy
unbecoming
Is not here where Eden
promised my wounded child
GreenPeace
restorying panentheistic
omniscient
WholeSum Systemic
yang-yintegral
resilient health pay ways
Way to say
You are the egocenter
within my ecosystemic
copassions gay
Taurus full-octaved
yang yintegral octane
regenerative DNA
poetic display
noetic fray
In a land-linear
and a deep sea-full
of repercussive 1/0
co-binary fruitful
erotic
sacred organic
double-binding fun
In between EarthPowered yintegrity
and HeavenLighting yang sun
Solar systemic enlightened
by indigenously sun-powered EarthTribe
Healthy selfcare flowing fun...
Inside/Outside pun...
Ego/Eco systemic run...
PolyCultural languaged plum...
Yang/Yintegral polymathic
polynomially polypathic
polyvagal neurosystemic
nutrients of super-positive health
Balancing ecological green wealth
living
organic Whole Systemic
language voices
nonviolent win/win
optimizing trans-connecting choices
So, in a way
I could not win cheating on your loss
in our most polypathic
panentheistic win/win privileged way
polyculturally healthy
within this singularly wealthy
gay day.