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“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
Unseeking Seeker
Neon lights buzz to the hum of bustling cityscapes.
Yellow cabs blend into an intolerable requiem of honking horns,
whilst the sun beats down unbearably on names lost in the fold.
Julia feels the despondency start to gnaw into the membranes of her brain,
like termites devouring a rotting piece of pine.
Long before the dampness of decay settled into her marrow, she had aspirations—
but they have long since vanished, like a late spring snow.
Walking with her eyes glued to littered concrete,
she shuffles between the blur of muffled voices,
like a phantom hiding amongst the shadows.
Flashbacks render within the faces of the faceless.
The scent of gasoline and exhaust clings to the air
as a moonless expanse materializes.
Her soul is transported back, pleading for salvation in gasping whimpers.
A chance encounter—an accidental bump of his shoulder.
Phone shattered, she became the target of his wrath.
Vile words hurled, trajectory: her soul.
Physical manifestations of the emotional shrapnel take shape—
a blow to the face, lip splits, warm blood tickles down.
Passersby stare, then quickly scurry away,
too scared—or maybe selfish—to intervene.
Or could it be they've become too jaded?
Surely they meant no harm,
yet the scars of their unintentional apathy
are forever etched beneath Julia's skin.
Sultry red,
yellow pillow sky,
teased tandem,
with citric,
?shades afloat oe’r waking town,
mirror bubbly folk in lane
jubilant,
trademark burrs catching,
glad echoes,
urge urban,
tableau of chalkmarked gold stamp,
where sheer pluck triumphs
buses swerve,
rapid rail steel track,
squeaky noise,
hoot … toot…. cabs,
en route symbol’s “jaunty” march,
co migrant orbit
coffee wafts
oh it taunts the nose,
hazelnut,
caramel,
mocha caressing the tongue,
pumpkin spice, mouth swirl
java pod,
a candied bake match,
divers brews,
sumptuous,
lemon slice, muffin, and sponge,
counters dangle taste.
office clique,
skim walnut tables,
“spill the beans,”
shrill guffaws,
azure vault praise from clients,
engulf coffee dock
Loiter oe’r,
toothsome three course lunch,
droll banter,
textured whim,
midday schedules reshuffled,
post noon hectic dash
T-junctions,
coax urban ants verve,
honey pot,
honey bee,
magnetic lure to swarm teams,
gumption on recharge
afternoon,
ablaze on flagstones,
vendors hawk,
stalls ignite, ,
markets swamped by eager droves,
eventide, homebound
Hare Krishna's
In their Pickups
Depressed Comics
Down on their Luck
Teenage Girls
Screaming Meme's
Commie Pinko's
Leftward Leaning
Vincent Price
Flo and Eddie
Rodger Rabbit
Priscilla Presley
Nuns in Habits
Dwarf's in Ponchos
Deadbeat Dads
Munching Nachos
Right-Wing Nut Jobs
Trading Slogans
A few Hero's
Including Hogan
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Buddhist Monks
With Electric Banjos
Holding Signs Up
Of Marlon Brando
Taxi Cabs
Blaring Show Tunes
Pregnant Women
Down-loading Soon
Derby Jockeys
Flying Monkeys
Kool-Aidholics
Skittle Junkies
Bozo The Clown
Bumper Stickers
Psychedelic
Crazed Toad Lickers
Rhinestone Cowboys
In their Skivvies
Gothic Girls
Heebie Jeebies
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Blue Haired Granny's
In pink Moo Moos
Ballerina's In
Tattered Tutus
Mathematician's
Number Crunchers
Even have Some
Out to Lunchers
Model 50's
Do Wop Daddies
One More Round Of
Flo and Eddie
People Sneaking
Across the Border
Lonely Fry Cooks
Taking Orders
A Few Wannabes
Not Saying Much
Will The Real Elvis
Please Stand Up
Are just a few of the sights you see
At the front gates of Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
Thank you...Thank you very Much
Ladies and Gentlemen
Elvis...Has Left The Building
There were two cabs I remember when I was growing up.
Checker and Yellow.
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In my quest to escape monotony at work I stumbled upon this poetry site
Little did I know I would excavate a gem with a zest for life
She is also a lullaby songstress; in between my spelling and grammar blunders,
We’re a recipe for madness: crazy blogs, even stranger emails, our laughter and tears
I unearthed Nikko aka Missy, "the spelling queen" my friend with a gracious soul!
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I went to have soup at a table atop a mountain, when who should I meet there?
A very pretty, sassy, missy; she did a 3/4 turn--CrAsH! (2 cabs, fender bender)!
Her laughter and madness, just totally contagious...even strangers want to kiss her!
Through her wonderful words, each petal revealed a bit more sparkle, a stunning gleam
I was so right! Wilma, "the crazy one", she's my true gem of a friend, a vivacious soul!
For Tracie's Grab a Mate & Collaborate poem :D
-- Wilma Neels & nikko palmario :D
Loads of fun, thanks Missy for embracing my madness :D
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All these are subjects of YouTube’s mostly entertaining short videos
Bet to win and dare the bucks
Largest fish escapes, oh shucks!
Splash for gold in running streams
Fight, defeat the scammer schemes
Finest meats define good life
Tricks to play on clueless wife
Cutting tuna into slabs
Uber stories from the cabs
Huge tornado wiping town
Zapped madman is going down
“Karen” yelling through the glass
Cats act funny, it’s a gas!
Dive from plane without a ‘chute
Bike the dicey mountain route
Road rage that rages on
Hellcat cars, in seconds gone
“First Amendment” and the cam
Guns ablazin’, bam-bam-bam
Fakey treasures found in rocks
Call locksmith to open locks
Nature – brutal, in your face
Dancing moves are full of grace
Wash the driveway, fix the car
Bucket list, of places far
Girls, long legs, mind-blowing trot
Stunning vehicles, can’t be bought
Instant karma to mean guys
Drones are falling from the skies
Stacks of money giveaway
Van, the road, to run away
Freeze your tail amidst the snow
Buy and fix old French château
Clever hacks and hidden ads
Greatest songs and latest fads
Magnet fishing, rusty guns
Ladies shake exquisite buns
Bombs, explosions, shootings, war
Tranquil morning at the shore
How rich live, a sneaky peek
Showing off one’s great physique
Love your pets, they love you back
Office battles, fend off flak
Talking heads of every kind
Kindhearted and unkind
Laugh and cry, be mad or frown
Distant land, your own town
Walk, aspire, speak your mind
Rare event or daily grind
There’s the tale of the world
Million stories being told
Universe to nanotube
Can be found on YouTube
August 6, 2024
Now...
The pat-down at O’Hare is intrusive.
I don’t look at the probing hands
or the dead bored eyes.
Schools of out of depth aliens,
are funneled through small holes
in an invisible net.
Then...
The Ellis Island cop is also bored.
He speaks ponderously,
as if the boy had no more wit than a fish.
Now...
I carry a man-bag over my shoulder,
it holds my documents.
The customs officer talks to me
in a sign language made audible
through pursed lips.
Then...
Sean looks up from his low-brow cap.
He dares not speak
least his tongue reveal
a patois of Connemara peat.
A crumpled birth certificate
is produced and stamped.
Now...
He studies my papers,
thrusts them back without a glance.
Then...
Sean keeps moving;
waiting to be pulled back,
not knowing
that the future will pull him back anyway.
Now...
Outside the terminus, Americans depart
in checkered cabs for Atlantis,
and other undocumented places.
~~~
Inside the coffee shop
At the counter a beat cop
Being a routine buyer
Late night special that soon will expire
Keeping tabs
On those driving cabs
Is the dispatcher
Finding a matcher
Make the right run
Passenger pick up done
Sitting in a booth
Paying bills keeping a home and roof
In another corner
Fiddling with a recorder
A reporter
Writing a story
Saying ‘not to worry’
Then there is a teen
Releasing poetic anger using words that scream
Garage rock n roller
Scribbling lyrics on a school folder
Explaining what he told her
Goal right now collecting green
Will do anything for the team
As the waitress comes bye
Visiting each guy
Pouring a drink
Leaving them alone to think
In a place
Where a dessert brings a smile pleasing one’s face
Discuss issues and build a case
Over a blue plate
Actually tasting great
After paying bill
Enjoying the fill
They all leave
Working for a fee
To a degree
Sitting back down
In the diner town
Server watches another group
Come in enjoying an all night loop
A teacher
Preacher
And a creature
Working concession at the drive in double feature
Wearing a costume
Entertaining under the moon
All here
Bringing some cheer
Simply put there is nothing to fear
In a rural state of mind
Where everyone has the time
Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working,
his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.
The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,
and boss’ in cabs are picking scabs, they count their money, smirking.
Bob walks the streets and begs for eats or little jobs for trying
“the answer’s no, you ought to know, no use for you applying,
and don’t be sad, it aint that bad, it’s soon your time for dying.”
The air is thick, his baby’s sick, the cries are multiplying.
Bob’s wife’s in town, she’s broken down, she’s ranting with a fury,
their baby coughs, the doctor scoffs, the snow flies all a’ flurry.
Hard work’s the sin that’s done them in, they skirmish, scrimp and scurry,
and midnight dreams are filled with screams; Bob knows he needs to hurry.
It’s getting late, Bob’s tempting fate, his choices cruel and blurry,
He chooses gas, they breathe their last, there’s no more cause to worry.
Cabs crackling surrender
Before settings land
Dawns edge working from eve
Her lasting clay
I'm hear
In class
To paint
And understand
My musing
Tara Gendron
Of Santa Barbara
I was boring first
Then Tara's recital
Now juliard and exhibition New York
A blind reveal
Gaeity Opens
It's Aerosmith crazy meeting
guns n roses don't you cry tonight
The halo program
Saint child in passing
Deliberate New York Paint stations
Dead bourbons walk
Captured and Captures
Calls answering before touching tones
As innocence creates defiled creature
In abandon
Rare entrance of mature isolation exits
Eschers Criteria falls
As fall in season
Abandon aspect of perception is fault
Coercive insertion is natural here
Olivia's Pails
Visiting Olivia Wildes star
Her starved flat
In New news cameo
Poor ignorant
In a shelter
First allowance
Ownerships expense
I painted her didn't I?
She weeps wrong
So much poverty
Illiterate
She knows nothing of arrival of running
Water
The meaning
Building
From street side rubbish
Attempting control
Freedom is beyond life
She is male being
Without civilization
Army of the Danube
As Irish
In fence
In pale
Scot
Resign
Brit