Double Decker Poems - Poems about Double Decker

...i'm talking world war three blues and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune one kid has trashed the grotto flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece another exclaims, 'can we s......

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...On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to t......

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...HOW CAN I PRETEND ? PART 1 How can I pretend when flutters across my chest only prickle as your thought arrives with doubt or hope What is hope anyway ? A flimsy wish built upon a mat......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...(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......

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...[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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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......

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...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 ......

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...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)......

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