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True Story
Greyhound Bus
Driver and passengers
Scheduled destination
Alabama to Tennessee
Highway fate
Skies rage
Tornado formed
Wind blew
Cars were maneuvering in all kinds of directions, but no collisions with the Greyhound bus
Everything tossed around like unwanted toys
Warning came
The Greyhound bus Driver and passengers found themselves inside the Tornado with such force
Almost like a Wizard of Oz adventure only more alarming
No one expected with such impact of velocity
Heaven’s reality check
The Greyhound Bus turning around, side to side and upside down
The bus remained in tack and only damage were cracks in the window which didn’t break
Immediately, The Greyhound Bus was descending down at a swing pace, but once reaching the ground, it was carefully put down
Only minor bruises among the passengers and Driver
No lives loss only survival through the ordeal
Miraculous through it all
A baby was aboard, but no scratches nor any wound
Heaven being the survival kit
Driver and passengers being eyewitnesses
God’s gift of life
Taking nothing for granted ever
Only glory being the story
Excuse me!
my son's bus driver exclaimed
as I walked away from his wheelchair ramp this morning.
I had not finished putting his safety harness on.
Excuse me,
without exclaiming,
means please cut me some slack,
I need to break into your flow of unconsciousness.
My curiosity about apparent invisibility
may exceed your courage for immediately present transparency,
intimacy,
focus,
accessibility,
grace
and less denial of dark powers absorbing self and other losses.
Excuse me,
unexclaimed,
unplugged may invite my love
and acceptance of what we cannot independently improve.
But, don't dismiss me
also lies exclaiming dormant,
waiting in revolutionary disordering wings,
sometimes because lack of curiosity
about needs and wants of others
threatens to get in my own ego's way,
harming, neglecting those within speaking distance here and now,
and many more not yet loud enough
for me to hear full-voiced disenchantment.
Excuse me!
exclaimed
leans more to RightWing
"Don't dismiss my Business As Usual
Yang competition powers!"
than
"Would you do me a LeftWing yin paid-forward favor?"
To stop ego self-promoting
your internal short-term needs and rantish feelings
long enough to make love with some WinWin cooperation
MotherEarth
and all Her sacred tribes of history
are waiting for us to hear,
waiting for my excuse
for not exploring future health dreams together
deeply and widely
yet astutely focused.
Here with you
and Now as me exclaiming
longing for Earth climate ecstasy,
personal and public,
sacred and secular,
spiritual and natural
Excuse me, please
and thank you in advance
for noticing further climate risk pathology
and yet also future health caring opportunities.
I witnessed gang fights before
But not as violent as this to the core
Students from different public schools
Looking at them like mad men and fools
They carried guns, knives or even samurai
Ready to fight don’t care if they die
The rage they felt in their hearts
Are growing in their mind from the very start
They don’t care if people will get hurt
Poor parents thinking their sons are very smart
Go to school every day and study very hard
Just realized if they receive calls from the police
Their sons are in jail asking for a release
January 2013
Going home late afternoon while riding in a bus full of students that are so noisy, after 5 minutes they looked outside to see their enemy so they force themselves to go out and since I am near the door, I am so terrified for they show their weapons and run, after 2 mins I heard a gunshot..what do you think happen to them? some of the passengers inside the bus, just make faced or show no feeling at all. Even the bus driver..they just keep quite. What a terrible day. whew!!!
For Nathan's Contest
Honorable Mention
Presence on the road
Headlight in observe
Destinations serve
Skillful hands of the Greyhound Bus Driver
Stretched out Hound dog trademark
Voice of the rolling maneuvering wheels
Onward and precise
Cutting through the times of fog
The Greyhound bus is more than a name and dog
A passenger’s friend
Enriching America within
The Greyhound bus showing the way
Travel in your getaway
Eye always on the road
Lean back and recline
We are all the Greyhound Bus timeline
Feel America up close and one’s dreams explored
Honor and privilege
The Greyhound bus leverage
Masterpiece and motor coach engineer
Each day a preserver
Sunrise to sunset always near
Symbolic
The Greyhound bus far and wide
Bus history with a provide
Travel with care
Eye on the people
Heartfelt love
The Greyhound bus like no other
The thought of a flying Dove
Vision and reflection
Precision
Everlasting approach
Yesterday’s inspiration
Tomorrow a reality
A Greyhound bus rolling in your way
Your chance and opportunity
The getaway
Growing Up, Aging
An aging golden retriever boards the bus, must have been
12 years old, eye sight waning, I see white film, with liver
spots and walking with a deliberate cadence, as if all of it's
four legs were uneven. I could see a curvature in the back
and could imagine hearing a creaking sound matching the
dog's grimace on it's face. Poor dog reminded me of mom.
But in this case it was an elderly women wrapped in a blue
sweater matching the color of her eyes. What struck me as
odd is that she had orange colored manicures. She asked
the bus driver, "Do you drop off at Walmart? Her voice
booming. "Do you drop off at Walmart?" Immediately I
could sense she was speaking loud so that she could hear her
own questions. The bus driver was polite, "next stop, ma'am."
She sits down, which took some effort. A gentleman in a brown
shirt decides to move away from sitting next to her. She's offended.
And yells at him to get back in his seat. He does. He was polite.
The lady, then, grabs his shirt and touches his shirt to hers,
proudly saying that they have matching shirts. Hers was green
checkered and his was solid brown. He smiled. And I think many
others on the bus, watching, perhaps it being an epiphany moment,
smiled along with him. When her stop came she had built up
a fan club, where everyone watching was holding their breath
as she exited and maybe even silently applauding. But definitely
feeling a little bit sad.
connie pachecho
1/29/17
Psychotic
1. I love you, and it's pathetic.
I know, I know—you put the psyche in psychotic.
You raised me up at my lowest moment,
So you could push me off when I was done with all life's turbulence.
2.You're in my memories, raging in the back of my mind, and my last thought when my voice starts to crack.
In our brief time together, you never let me forget I'm a deck of cards that can't be stacked.
Gaslighted, groomed, and blackmailed to hold your hand when the world begged me to let go.
Sheltered, endured, love-bombed in my rarest moments to feed your endless ego.
3.In the end, when a relationship comes to its track's end or loss,
The bus driver calls for both to walk out of the bus.
Whether one stays or goes, it doesn't matter,
For it takes two to weather any storm together.
4.I love you, and it's pathetic.
For I tried hard to live with your belongings in the attic.
It takes a memory or two
To get me started running back to you
Or the souvenir you left behind.
5. I loved you, and it's pathetic.
It's funny; I only realized that you don't need a diagnosis to be empathetic.
Dressed up in your favorite costume and several masks,
Only to get my feelings bottled in a cold and abandoned flask.
I always enjoy at 4:15 PM
No matter where I’ve been
In my house
Backyard living room kitchen
The beep beep of the yellow school bus driver
As he rolls away through the neighborhood
With all those kids skipping jumping
And running home to be happy
The driver’s gentle toot toot reassuring them
The world’s still kind
How he makes the beep beep
Sound silly and muffled
I do not know
But it’s quite a skill
I think
To find the will
And the time to make
That little gesture
What a difference maker
A pat on the back that lasts a lifetime
Not only for all those wondrous kids
But for all the broken pain-filled people
Sad in their homes like you and me
Looking for a lift just once a day
From a yellow school bus driver
Waving and saying It’s all ok
See you tomorrow.
Halloween setting
How fitting
Greyhound bus like no one has ever seen
Through the back roads, Shortcuts forbidden paths into small towns and major cities
Darkness falls
Passengers don’t have a clue in what’s ahead
Their Greyhound Bus Driver dressed in all black and a touch of red as Dracula
Blood Thirst
Passenger’s outburst
Mysterious reactions throughout the bus
Within the darkness comes a heavy Thunderstorm
Suddenly a swift flash of lightning
Images appear of rising spirits focused in front of the bus on the road
Surprises unexpected, but drew attention causing a chill
Chiller tail without fail
Passenger’s scream and their heart pounded
Noise of heavy chains making a sound
Atmosphere interchange
Moans upon moans heard
The Hound bus has been attacked by all goons
The goons chant, “They want human flesh
Hunger pains agony
Years of wanting, but not getting
Closer, Closer the goons came
Ever so close being almost there
Pondering passenger’s feeling suddenly, surprisingly, and worried
The how, when and if
Trick a treat
Do you have candy to eat?
Halloween sweet in treat.
It's dead December, we're getting nowhere, ready
for vaccine like a starving tribe shoved from behind
under the bridge, kicking some dust along the way.
A hand holds my arm, hoarse voices coaxes
Life's swindler races to the moon, go to its amusement park!
Is this real or my imagination, girls with mini-skirts, open blouses
giggling by the shore, tossing their suntanned bodies around.
A warm breeze adds to their childish delight. A mother duck's teaching
its toddler how to swim, and kids swarming the ice cream bicyclist
who demands them to line up but they rush forward screaming, falling.
I stumble on a diaper and run to the ocean to clean, that's where the senior
boys hang out and, occasionally, a boat approaches and some hands wave
at the crowd. The sun stares them down, the sand swallows their long shadow, and the tide swings them back and forth, showing traces
of oil slick. Sunburned, I jump over a dune, a crumpled book drops from my pocket, Sonnets of Love, a bearded old man picks it up and reads
It's a sunlight in the darkness, and its name is love. O love, you cook no more fervent. Do not fry my feelings on a cold grill! Is love the only thing that keeps us apart? Yes darling. Thanks heaven.
He's calm and peaceful with a contemplative face speaking generations,
life whirls before him like a movie reel in an outdoor cinema, maybe he was a
forest firefighter, who jumped from the planes to put out the smoke, or worked at a convenient store, where he got his supply of cigarette, or a bus driver who always greeted you with a cheery smile. He points to a woman slumped to a chair, "that's my lady, used to be quite a gal, but is now just happy to be around." I shudder when I think of the moment, when death
keeps them apart. Before that happens, he must thank her again for her many kindnesses.
I am a school van bus driver
And that's why I'm parked against the curb
Waiting in the street with my flashers on
Waiting for my student to come out of his dwelling, sigh!
And in front of me slowly scattering w
Walking in front of me
On the pavement on the street ,
is a little baby squirrel
He has something between his teeth
Its tail flurry fluttering tail making a?
Flashing back and forth like a windshield wiper blade
He's so ominous so cute and pretty
Fairly big as your hand if it walks ever so slowly
As if he was on his tippy-toes
What is that light green thing?
Big as a golf ball in his mouth
slowly he trots as he goes across on to the curb
He jumps up slowly trotting cross the green grass
He spies me yes
He still keeps a straightforward path
He goes around the big oak tree he sits it down like in a dog He drops what was in his mouth
That big lime green ball he perceives to pick it up
He scramble us up the oak tree it's the second day he has done this
Boy this is awesome to me!
This baby squirrel walking across the street but something between his teeth
8/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020