Double Decker Poems - Poems about Double Decker

...The red double-decker, is not crowded, A late night and I am riding home dog tired. She's sitting two rows ahead of me, but I can see her reflection in the window, it's easy to see that she is as......Read the rest...

...I ponder whose hands concertina time. Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger for a few moments I am vital, perfectly formed and a smile for every eye. Other times though, I arrive in the wo......Read the rest...

...Continued from ‘CATONITA STRIKES - PART ONE’ A Freezer Mice adventure When no-one was around they did the finger-clicking thing And grew to human size in time for what the da......Read the rest...

...(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant) After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest, Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries within the valley the minute dwellings of gre......Read the rest...

...[written for ‘If I Were’ contest, but not entered because, well, I just couldn’t help myself] If I were a seagull, I’d sit in a tree I’d poop on the flower that sits beneath me (A pretty good......Read the rest...

...Nothing like new polished shoes, new dress, when restarting school, up the bus in one and twos, warm jacket, embroidered wool! Cackle of sounds and laughter, words without weighted wisdo......Read the rest...

...When mapping something out It should be a subject thought about Beginning, middle and the finale Everything is there says Rand McNally But from the depths below A mystery creating ocean wak......Read the rest...

...Mom's photo album (in the attic, somewhere?) Ah! Found it by an overdue book (from a library, somewhere?) There's mom with a Mountie (in Canada, somewhere?) Mom by a natural spring (in Maine, some......Read the rest...

...Pennilessness disallows me luxury tubby globe trekker hence, my imagination takes me random places minus the hassles of any rubber necker gawkers always staring at maj......Read the rest...

...Asphalt pours into road under melting rubber tires- A horse with ribs like bars on a prison cell walks lazily under the suns oppression. Many people work for peanuts, unhinged cringes at the laugh......Read the rest...

...I know I've been to Chicago, But I only remember the snow. I know that I've been to Albuquerque, but I mostly just remember the hot marketplace with dried chilies twice the length ......Read the rest...

...There once was a bold picidae* Who pounded his beak just for play on a double-decker bus, now his pecker resembles a flawed fricassee (*picidae - woodpecker)......Read the rest...

...The timeless quantity of a pinnacle is palatable only to a plunging pliable posted picture. But posted pictures are neither explosive nor even emerging emery boards for boards are created to alight i......Read the rest...

...There once was a bus trip to taken two groups was trouble in the making All women, need I say more whose beauty men could not ignore Brunettes thought to be smarter blondes needed to try harde......Read the rest...

...My name is Bond, Els Bond, and I live in Africa where I was born and belong. On my continent, I do not work solo – my entire herd shares my mission mojo. Here, many human lives are needlessly s......Read the rest...