Search That Bus (6 Lines or Less) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Miranda Hawley
Hey gals and gents
Keep busing along every little step
From stop to stop every little step counts
Be following your ABC's
And crossing your T's
For no Amber gets left behind
Categories:
busing, care, child,
Form: Free verse
I hate to see immigrants used as pawns,
driven in buses, dropped on people’s lawns.
It seems so easy to pontificate,
but sh*t gets real with people at your gate.
I feel for Texas and the border states;
I feel for those who get in line and wait.
I feel for refugees driven by force.
For sanctuary towns, I’ve less remorse.
Easy to sip tea on the ivy’d green
and theorize on problems, sight unseen.
So Abbot and DeSantis brought it home;
it’s time the east coast learns this on their own.
The policy must go from open, wide,
to limiting the numbers let inside.
True, immigrants have made our nation great,
but now, both sides use them to fuel more hate.
Categories:
busing, immigration,
Form: Couplet
I am sitting up tonight waiting on the rain. A freight train is supposed to blow through around 2 a.m. Burlington Northern heading out of this world. There’s trouble busing in from out of the state. And I want to be there.
I love storms and trains. They let you know they are coming and you know you should get out of the way but something deep inside you tells you to wait and watch. And tonight I shall watch. Midnight in a prison cell won’t stop you. Talk to the judge he’ll be watching as well.
Harmonica moans and the wind howls. The pine trees bend and shake. It’s a mean old world and this storm could care less. Everything dies and that’s a fact.
There’s a place out on the edge of town maybe we could meet there?
And be completely surrounded by the storm.
Park on a back road.
Just you and me?
Categories:
busing, depression, hope, lost love,
Form: Narrative
Quincy, Illinois: 1962
long before Barack Obama
Those days my father toiled in Quincy,
two weeks, no more,
he said he saw no blacks, except for
two young ladies busing dishes.
Daisy badges on their uniforms
announced their names,
their years of service.
He still remembers how
through all his meals
he wanted to stand
and shout:
Where do you live?
What do you do
for recreation?
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
busing, history
Form: Free verse
The cat disrupt her thinkable moments, by
attention thou needed. She took the torso
and kept it hold from the breast by
all used ways, and kept her stand for
apart the opening window, in somnolent
in love instant glaceing is helplessness
in nightfall terrain moonily lasts sky,
standing for in deeds’ anxious sudden flow
up fictions points then’ sinew not really
she moved away from the window
Then! — put-down above rugs in blue
as faithful cat roommate, busing in breach
And ratified herself, at joined her kitchen
Baking feed.
Now by! Blank went, her young mind
And freed from images, in stages love —
In head a new channel, while, the nowadays.
Categories:
busing, confusion, imagination, love, cat,
Form: Narrative
I gnoring rights, knowing they can
N eurotic approach to destroying the working man
T otally destroying lives each day
E rasing income the K.G.B. way
R eturning nothing to the middle class
N urturing the illegals with a free pass
A busing their power, causing pain
L aunching financial attack, criminally insane
R elentless pursuit of the employed
E njoying seeing families destroyed
V iolence to those who try to rebel
E liminating heaven, creating hell
N ever admits being unfair
U sing their power with a psychotic flair
E ating away income until it's not there
S ending out a message of fear to all
E xterminating hope, watching us fall
R otting away the American dream
V iciously attacking man's self esteem
I nciting feelings of despair
Compromising our freedom everywhere
E nemy of the people. they just don't care.
Categories:
busing, social,
Form: Acrostic
P utting their own needs ahead of everything
O penly raping the middle class
L iving the lifestyle of royalty at taxpayer expense
I nterested in only that which fattens their wallets
T aking from everyone to satisfy their gluttonous egos
I mage is more important than substance
C ompromising the nation's integrity
I gnoring the needs of their constituents
A busing their political power
N egative impact on the entire nation
S elling their soul for the sake of a dollar.
The only group of people who can talk continuously for two weeks and never
say anything. But we, the unknowing, keep re electing them.
Categories:
busing, social, integrity,
Form: Acrostic