Long Cabby Poems

Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab
He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab
Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day
And lots of evil folk to...

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6. Softly she sits upon my knee.
I doze and drift as the radio squeaks
Of sunspots and the honeybee.
The cab wind whistles and creeks.
I sense monstrous, hidden beings
Attempting to open forbidden portals
To hideous, evil, inhuman fiends,
Elder...

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Players So Short

Even if my players are still so short,
Can count on God when on the court;
Defend and depend,
Until very end;
Trough trials and tribulations did support.

Jim Horn

Will Believe and Receive
.
Remember when in God we always...

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Tap. Tap. Tap.
‘Miss! You can’t stay in there. A cab has been rung.’
I pull the chain and open the door
 Unfamiliar surroundings

I wobble 
Thankful for the narrow corridors
Hands slap against the walls 
Walking with arms...

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The cab was outside, it was 1:00 a.m. The snow was falling on this chilly night.
Her face was confused her eyes meeting mine, her little hand, holding mine tight.
We had two bags that night, plus...

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Stevie was a city boy, 
He wore an old school tie, 
His life was full of sex and booze 
And other things you buy. 

He occupied a penthouse 
That overlooked the Thames 
And plastered it...

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TaXiCabby 
As I was awaiting for the Bus Sun Tran, 
I noticed the thing before I had planned 
to etch this poem for all the land: 
to read. 
What happened then i can only inscribe;...

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Sometimes music 
takes you away
a few bars of Sebelius 
cuts through the clutter of 
school lunch preparation.
and I'm in the fiords
the soul home 
I've never seen.

I know little of Finland
and  first met Matti 
at...

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In-between the babel of a troubled soul
In abeyance, the thought of neglection arose
The blood boiled, the body cooked
The figure fell in flat command
The jurist justified themselves unjust

multitude babbled, the wise bundled
Oko-Oloko dun Pokete
Prita Iyalaaje, Aloo...

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A cabdriver's day can be
partly bad luck, partly glee;
             just always be on your toes,
        ...

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believe it's only make believe believing make believe only
 
it's only make believe.
it's only make bell eve!
it's only ma, cab? e'leave.
it! son; ly! make bell leave.
i! t's on lime, ache'belly eve?
it's only ma cable; eve?
it's...

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A bonneville mustang with
A dark purple hood
It’s distinct. The lighter
Purple shade of paint that 
Covers the remainder of the
Car gleams in the sun. Inside the
Cabby are leather seats; real. Accompanying
That is the wooden dashboard with...

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