Long Bus driver Poems

Pt. I

The Lodger

Morning sneaked inside the flat and lit the dusty air
through holes in the torn curtains forming spotlights on the floor.
He woke from the discomfort of a night in his armchair
and stared at all...

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It was late in the balmy springtime, and I was attending a lecture,
On a topic of great interest, which was the history of architecture.

As a great lover of beauty, I admired structural geometric designs,
Like the...

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A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT...

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I get up to the sound of drilling, banging and speeding cars with sleepy passengers shouting, “a who did a give the order,” and the fading response of another passenger “ a the woman with...

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I was speaking with a bus driver mom
about her bipolar son withdrawing from meds
on a trial basis,
hoping to qualify for military service.

She was praising the strengths of her son's Christian school,
from which he is about...

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I was a happy housewife and mother, and family was my world,
Like stars peeping at purple twilight, to see moonlight pearled.

My small children were in school, and my husband was a doctor,
As gold sunshine on...

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Unless you were bullied in school, you have no idea just how much of a toll the constant torment by others can take on you. I have never spoken of it and never wanted to...

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If i remember  correctly: 
My philosophy was Don't react unless 
Necessary. The school day was over.
The ride home began normally. 
(Corrections made In this poem) 
Then the School bus Bully began 
annoying me. Robert!...

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Let's see, my oldest son was about seven years old.  The boys had to ride a bus to 
school, which my oldest did not do well.  He has this way about him, that...

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A Rising Star Made Me Cry

I bid on a new bus route and I got the bid, so I begin that route tomorrow. I know already it is a better bus route in some ways...

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When I worked as a carpenter there was an iron clad rule.If you woke up to a drizzling rain you came to work in hopes it would soon abate.
However,if it was pouring and the old...

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The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. 
In Game what’s not made plain
is the condition of the people
compared with warriors and queens.
There’s no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, 
pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, 
weeding, branding,...

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Harvey grew up in a small Maine town,
due north of Portland, and out of the way,
like most kids he’d go to the school bus
at the beginning of every week day.

And every day that he made...

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I stood before the mirror
in my violet cotton shirt
and jeans from the Gap,
with combed brown hair 
falling just below my shoulders,
my backpack in tow.
Small but mighty,
there I was,
ready to be one of 
the big kids...

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White Cliffs of Dover now sponsored in daydreams
Reading each billboard that rusts on the sky
Checking a map though it’s for the wrong city
She sends a smile to the wink of his eye

Overhead cords hang to...

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Real Rally Rude
Another in a series of rude poems this is number five.
The boy eye noticed him and then ignored him remember boy
And the eye will soon get back to him as we aer now...

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She was an old lady, we all offered. Set in her ways, a voice added. United by tragedy, we neighbors were standing together on a lawn on which none of us had ever lingered. ...

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Anne-Lise Andresen-  "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady" 
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual" 
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas" 
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles" 
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties" 
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian!...

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As the sun sets
A hot wind like this
Does not belong in downtown Lansing
But here it is
Speed-boating down the Grand River grinning and wearing Ray-Bans

My wife and I
We hold down our pouncing bouncing patio table
At the...

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After Bill got Brick’s emergency call about the new find under the Bywater bridge, he downed 
his coffee, shoved his files in a drawer, donned his 9mm w/shoulder holster,  traded his  
Stetson for...

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What makes a child feel closer to one parent rather than to the other?
           Although love bound me to the heart of my mother,
 ...

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Mr. President:

                         Please!  Hear the cries of the little children....

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After chewing shoe leather they called steak, 
in the Pencey cafeteria, 
Mal, Ackley, and I enjoyed a winter afternoon on campus, 
on the bus, and in a restaurant.
We walked across a puffy white quilt 
as...

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I went to the street corner and there I could see;
Adam smoking and drinking up all of his money.
I went to the jailhouse and there behind bars,
Was Adam in a jail suit for embezzlement, murder...

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