Queueing for busses
Even though not going far
Been queueing for busses
Ever since I sold the car.
I still can’t believe
What a bus passenger hears.
What have i been missing
For all of those years?
I sit there quietly
Occupying my place
Trying go maintain
An unmoving face.
I hear about adultery
Uninhibited sex
Heaven only knows
What I’ll hear next.
Delinquent children
Beaten up wives.
Don’t people these days
Lead such disjointed lives.
The best are young women
On their mobile phones.
They seem to think
They're in worlds of their own
Yet they all seem to speak
In a manner so loud
As if they are fighting
The noise from a crowd.
Admissions of guilt,
After fun filled nights,
Lurid descriptions
Of esoteric sights,
Three in a bed romps,
Translucent underwear,
Just some of the things heard
While quietly sitting there.
Sometimes I’ve travelled
miles further than I intended
Just to hear how
A good story ended
Queueing for busses
Even though not going far
Been queueing for busses
Ever since I sold the car.
I still can’t believe
What a bus passenger hears.
What have I been missing
For all of those years?
Categories:
busses, humor, journey, people,
Form: Rhyme
Most kids ride the school bus twice a day
School buses don't often have wood stoves
or beds you can sleep the night away
Ours did though
More than once I lived in one
Some painted like a forest some with a double bunk
I once dreamed I was falling then I landed with a thunk
crying, mom picked me up
After the rat house and after the yurt
in a grove of trees my sister explained
about tampons and why she had no dad
in the same double storied cabin
on top of the bus I later froze one night
because I didn't know there were more blankets
and my mom was down below.
I didn't know of any other life beside
the woods, the school and rising tide
of thought that grew within me, wondering
why I felt so angry of the differences I felt inside
Categories:
busses, 1st grade, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Summer night
Soft sand beach
Watch the moon
Go reach-to-reach
And yet I'd trade
Pure eve like this
For just a chance
To steal your kiss
Exquisite portals
Lush as thine
Are incomplete
If not with mine
Oh, what a crime
Far past compare
Should LIPS as sweet
Refuse to share
So tell them now
To please take heart
They're in good care
While far apart ...
** SECOND PLACE in the "Mid August Standard Poetry Contest", Brian Strand, Sponsor. **
Categories:
busses, kiss, love, moon, romance,
Form: Rhyme
The key to passion
Is just this:
There's NOTHING hotter
Than a kiss
Without it love
Has little chance
And nil, the hopes
Of true romance
If you're a lover
End-to-start
You know great kissing
Can be an Art
So hone your skills
At joining lips
It's MUCH more fun ...
Than sinking ships!
Categories:
busses, kiss, light, love, romance,
Form: Rhyme
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
I remember orange busses
if I'm showing my age.
When Sudbury's fleet
was the best and the rage.
I remember them coming
while I stood at the stop.
They were bright, they were bold
and the colour went pop.
I remember them ending
when the day finally came,
when it seemed one was left
by the highway in fame.
Categories:
busses, age, bereavement, culture, dedication,
Form: Quatrain