Best Tube Poems
air rockets skyward
uppercutting inside
plastic neon flesh
contorting at inhuman angles
what does my body language spell?
ankles anchored into the Earth
to stay grounded as the wave
of time and space crashes
a flood of stagnant flux
there is a symphony of bones
snapping and cracking
in twisted orchestrations
the act of existing for me
is a resilient demonstration
aka
Terry's Rush Hour Tube Trauma
A voice rose from a burning bush,
"O feel the contours of my tush!
Ounce for ounce
Cheeks will bounce
With just an itty-bitty push!"
watching the boob tube
not a waste of time
PBS is good
got me through grade school
use to watch Hunter
Virginia
on Friday nights
the step daughters
loved their Baywatch
eighty-six
world series
eyes were glued
Red Sox
they lost
shucks
hanging straps and travel apps.
beeping doors and littered floors.
rocking cars and metal bars.
rattling track and aching back.
ticket fare and lack of air.
bags on lap and 'mind the gap'.
heavy heat now WARREN STREET:
Way Out.
Places.
Platform spaces.
Cell Phones. Faces.
Adverts every too few paces.
Noone cares.
Moving stairs.
Subway guards.
Oyster cards.
Helping hands.
Busking bands.
'mind the gap' and spirit sap.
crowded floors and beeping doors.
metal bars and jolt of cars.
blank outside and rush hour ride.
there and back and rattling track.
subway maps and hanging straps.
lights and dark and now GREEN PARK:
Way Out.
Places.
Platform spaces.
Cell Phones. Faces.
Adverts every too few paces.
Noone cares.
Moving stairs.
Subway guards.
Oyster cards.
Helping hands.
Busking bands.
Concrete steps to other lands.
Inferno’s flames fanned
Missile silo station manned...
Lines drawn by the hand
JIMMY THE TUBE
Here's the story of Jimmy the Tube
who greased his mind with stupid lube.
He watched TV day and night
end result he wasn't bright.
While watching ball one afternoon
in through the door walk three big goons,
New World Order nazi guys
looking for some exercise.
They took their sticks went thump, thump, thump
and Jimmy's head grew bump, bump, bumps.
They threatened him with FEMA camps
and electric shocks of mega amps.
And as they turned him black and blue
they teased "How else can we help you?"
Jimmy groaned and begged them for
a rundown of the football scores.
They then kicked Jimmy in the spleen
just as his girl walked on the scene.
She cried in horror and alarm
"Don't you know the game is on?"
The goons then quickly left the mess
notified of a wrong adress.
They left Jimmy broke and numb
and the color of a plumb.
Now the moral here is know the score
before the goons kick down your door.
Turn off the tube and get alert
for the New World Order hurt.
Jimmy healed but died of spam
that he swallowed with the can.
They buried Jimmy extra deep
in case his brain sprang a leak.
On his tombstone letters told
in a warning big and bold...
On this planet evil lurks
and watching TV makes you jerks.
you-tube
no poems written today
only conspiracy
watched with wide-eyed wonder
as goldfish swim away
Published - Spring 2016 - A Hundred Gourds
LONDON TUBE EXPLOSION 2017
Another explosion in London today
When will they learn to go away?
General public hurt yet again
These terrorists are a real big pain
Setting off a device in a public place
You’re no member of the human race
Hurting people doing their daily chores
You certainly won’t get any applause
I hope all those hurt are on the mend
To these people this message we send
Don’t let them change your daily routine
Report to the police anything you have seen
I send my thoughts to you all
Hope your families and friends can stand tall
Hope you’re all healing and getting well
These nasty people will be sent to hell
Islamic state have claimed it’s their doing
What they need is a real good shoeing
No matter what you want to achieve
Your act of violence I can’t believe
We will catch you and you will be sent to rot
In a 6 foot cell you will wish you were shot
Go back under the rock whence you came
Your spiteful acts they are evil and insane
Tube Ambition
I wanna be one under,
I bin' thinkin' it's the safest bet;
I haven't the skill to get any thrill,
From being on this planet.
Yea, I done tole me Ma,
She said "yor jes like yor Da";
"He went an don it and how
We slum it, go on, leave me now."
I wanna be one under,
Famous, y'know, for a while;
Can see me photo, in the Metro,
So I'll try to keep on a smile.
Yeah, don' say I'm not ambitious,
I may be on the dole;
But I can get in them history books,
By bein' in a hole.
I wanna be one under,
I tole my friends the same;
But now the blasted tube's on strike,
My plans are done today.
Yeah, I used to be a no-gooder,
But now I found what I like;
I'm cyclin' through the streets of London,
Thank crikey for Boris's bike !
I don' wanna be one under,
What, me, I'm under progression;
I've seen the worst, now time for best,
Forget the bloody recession.
My TV quit today
God saw fit to take it away
Big ol ice storm came along
Knocked that boob tube
Off his throne.
Cable company doesn't care
They think I can just sit and stare
At a blank screen with no sound.
People I'm not kidd'n round
My way of life has run aground.
No TV Land no Disney too
No Food Network with all the food.
People won't you hear my plea
Give my TV back to me.
They are speaking about their U-Tube channels.
One says he makes about fifty bucks a month with his.
I am amazed, not seeing him as a singer, dancer, or entertainer.
What do you put on your channel? I ask him.
All of these fifth grade boys begin shaking their faces in high laughter
Making me pretty sure I wish I had not asked this question.
You can put anything on them he tells me. My first check was seven fifty.
Seven dollars and fifty cents? He shakes his head pleased.
What did you put on it? I ask him again.
Well.... All the other boys throw back their heads and laugh again.
One of them is a video about my forehead.
What did it do? Pretty much everything. They are on the floor dying now
With pure silly laughter.
U-tube, here I come.
A second chance is always there
As God is offering us a second chance
Like vaccination,organ transplant
And test-tube baby
A hope and life is always there
Let's thank the scientists and so God
For the salvation and contribution
For the greatness,devotion and love
Ever found on earth
To fight the devils and the evils
The singer’s throat is very sore,
In fact, she’s rather hoarse,
And now there’s been a power cut -
No ‘You Tube’ film, of course…
for PD’s contest
Toxic bones from the Jurassic
Walking amongst the masses
Current classes of classic
Acidic in shattered glasses
Sliding into yesterday
Their dancing shoes soulless
Catching on the high fever
Intoxicated on their madness
My clone is sitting alone
I watch him like my own reflection
How his problems he also likes to postpone
He doesn’t know that he’s my creation
One day the two worlds will collide
The real world and the mirage
The future and the past reconciled
Sink or swim in this deluge
Hi Everyone,
Just put this on you
tube. Thought I
would give it a try
and see how
many people watch.
Let me know what you
think please.
Sorry if I scare
anyone. LOL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tl9zf5zENU