Depot Poems - Poems about Depot

...The depot was in despair. So many lost kids were there. Kids left behind on the bus, it was being blamed on us. The lowly bus driver. That’s me. Told to search our buses thoroughly, For ki......Read the rest...

...Thanksgiving gobbledygook The following anecdote baste upon overactive imagination of mine in sync with being married and monogamously living socially chaste life as a scrupulous anchorite, w......Read the rest...

...let us go to Dr. Lunde, she said and we drove to the bus terminal to park the car as there as no busses anywhere, but we had to move our car because as the guard said our automobile was not classif......Read the rest...

...We crept down a meandering country road, gravel crackling underneath our tires. The countryside stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown, and green squares held together by the thick g......Read the rest...

...Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent... therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why? Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, and mortally wounde......Read the rest...

...He works alone in cavernous stockrooms, or as a night watchman guarding unwanted things. He is never behind the counter. He is the man who has the social skills to fill racks. Occasionally ......Read the rest...

...Max came to town the same week my father left. It was a good week for me and a tough one for Mom. Her hair was stringy and her eyes were puffy. You could tell there was a void in her heart that neede......Read the rest...

...*Image of Royal Alberts by Antiques And Teacups. Drinking a Cup of Tea An outing drizzling visits two, walking past a depot. Dashing through the rain they withdrew, in a dressed ......Read the rest...

...Keeping rabbits After the German army surrendered, life was tough the army had employed many to do road work and repairing bridges, the allies had bombed. With freedom of movement to roam in th......Read the rest...

...At the Depot As the snow flies, on a cold and grey December dawn to waiting homes no mails are borne from the depot. Phil Bloggs, a mailman, scans the news but his screwed up tabloid gives him......Read the rest...

...No greasy treats from chippie van; I have my starch now au, gratin with blasted, deconstructed bass, petits pois, served; in Demi tasse. No pint of best down at the pub I drink with chums now ......Read the rest...

...When love is not enough The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes it gets out and flies in search of mischief. Anton, a young student from a middle-class family sat in a crowded café drin......Read the rest...

...A box on the guardroom table Near the door, just by the wall An innocent looking box Metallic, grey, and small: A knob or switch on the front, Memory at times let’s me down Meant that little g......Read the rest...

...The time of innocence We grew up thinking whiteness had to do with skin colour, since we came from a Nordic country this made sense; the lack of sun and so on. Now it is political. Whiteness......Read the rest...

...Need volunteers in the Army? Here’s what they do Just line up a squad and say You, you, and you. Nobody bothers to think Or even to ask Whether you have the knowledge Or ability to carry out......Read the rest...