Long Choo Poems
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We had;
The face behind
the mask and
Chattanooga
choo, choo.
A boy and his dog and
Bill and Coo.
We three and
Gaslight.
The black cat and
Dead of the night.
A string of pearls and
Bambi.
Candid Camera and
Hop along Cassidy.
Moonlight cocktail
And Dumbo.
Java jive and
Pinocchio.
Paper doll and
Shoo, shoo, baby.
Blueberry hill and
Yankee doodle dandy.
Glenn Miller and
Doris Day.
Linda and
Dorian Gray.
Dead man's eyes and
Ed Sullivan Show.
Jekyll and Hyde and
Abbott and Costello.
In the mood and
The Lone Ranger.
Frank Sinatra and
A woman to remember.
Cat people and
Citizen Cane.
Fantasia and
John Wayne.
Turbo1904?
hear the groan of an old man getting up from his chair
hear the rumble of a hungry tummy
hear the clink sound of a glass toast
hear the click sound of the light being turned on and off
hear the honk of the car trying to get through the crowd
hear the waaaaaahhhhhhh of the police car
hear the clang, clang, chugga-chugga, choo chooooooo
of the train comes down the track
hear the tweet, twitter, cheep, chirp of the birds in the trees
hear the peep, cluck, cock-a-doodle-doo, gooble-gobble,
quack, oink, neigh, hee-haw, baa, meow, moo, woof,
of the farm animals-conversation
hear the babble of the river
hear the contagious happy sounds of laughter
tearful moments of happiness and loss
life rhythm that speaks volumes
6/6/2021
just mussing
Rama Balasubramanian ask to add the chirping of birds
We don't sing, 'Rain, rain, go away; please come back another day'.
Where I live, rain is always expected to come, but is never 'a given'.
If rain is to 'stand up and deliver', we must pray to God for it.
In September, I said goodbye to the rain that never came.
I know, to some, that might cast the sound of strange words.
I tell you, droughts can do strange things to the mind of men.
Summer rain that never came never realized our heated strains.
All the same though, our hope for next summer's rain remains.
In October, the Easterners are proactively engaged for hurricanes.
In November, we'll appreciate the blessings that outweigh all the pains.
In December, we'll celebrate the greatest gift ever given to mankind.
We'll pause to recall happy times with dolls, play guns, choo choo trains.
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Beep beep as the car drives past
Zooming around so very fast
Wow, Look at him go
Sorry, but no time to stop or go slow!
Whoosh whoosh as the airplane fly’s by
White tracks in the sky as it fly’s high
Where will it go?
A place so cold where it will start to snow!?
Brum brum as the motorbike roars around
Makes a loud noise with its engine sound
Look at all the clothes he has to wear.
And the big hat that covers his hair!
Choo choo as the train passes town
It reaches the station and slows down
It’s long and carries lots of girls and boys
As it moves off it makes such a noise!
Splash splash as the boat skims the sea
Bobbing along, it’s fun you’ll have to agree!
Look at her fishing with her pretty blue rod
She may catch a shark!..or maybe a cod!
Choo choo trains are so much fun
As they puff along the tracks
Full of happy clickety clack sounds
With a little caboose on the back
Chugging along up and down hills
Singing some happy wee ditty
His name is Choo Choo Charlie
Bringing country folks to the city
They're always in a big hurry
These folks from the busy town
Poppa needs to earn some money
To pay for Momma's new gown
In the land of big tall buildings
There's not a happy face
Seems like everyone's in a hurry
As if they're running a race
Charlie patiently waits until five
To return them to their homes
Can't wait to get them back on board
Away from the glass and chrome
It's strictly business all day long
There's not much laughter allowed
Till Charlie meets 'em at five o'clock
Once more they're a happy crowd
Why does it have to be this way
Choo Choo Charlie wants to know
Never mind, he's heading home
Happy passengers all in tow!
Of all the toys I have for play,
there's one I like the most- hooray!
They're square, and I can stack them tall
and laugh when they begin to fall!
And, on the floor in a long line-
a choo choo train, I build just fine!
I push the end so it can go
and roar the sound of horns that blow.
Then I can build a jungle snake-
pretend it's real and not just fake!
I'm not afraid that it might bite-
it's make-believe, so I'm all right.
My colored squares of wood are fun,
and I make sure that when I'm done
I put them back in their red box-
my special toy of wooden blocks.
Swing set riders
And sliding board sliders
And players
On the merry-go –round
Getting scratched up knees
From climbing up trees
Dirty sneakers
From the mud on the ground
Holding hands with his pal
Ignoring scratch from the fall
Shouting together
Playing on, calling all
Paying push –cart prices
For their cool Italian ices
And their lips
Turned cherry and blue
And they ride their bikes
As they go on hikes
Swatting nets
As the butterflies flew
They make choo-choo trains
And have green grass stains
And go fishing
In the pond in the park
They have fun in the sun
While they play and they run
Having fun
Until the days are getting dark
When I was a girl we had a house near railroad tracks,
And at night I loved the sound of the train whistle blowing;
It was such a haunting sound,
I wondered where it was going.
Mother told me the first words I said were choo choo choo,
I would sit by the window and imagine I was on that train;
The huge diesel locomotive pulling me to far off places,
I would have dreams of Paris.
It was whimsical and fanciful,
The Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame and The Louvre;
And a quick stop in Vienna, home of Mozart and Beethovan,
Oh all the magical places I could go on a whistling train.
And then we would go to Rome,
I wanted to say hello to the Pope.
Then with a clung and a whistle we would go to England,
And I would introduce myself to the Queen and have tea;
In my reverie I was not alone,
My companion was little Odele.
She was just a tiny kitten that I tucked in my pocket,
Then off we would go on our fantastical dreamy train ride.
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July 29, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Fantastical Dreamy Train Ride
Copyright Protected, ID 15-695-692-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Trains and Fantasy,
sponsor, Mystic Rose
First Place
The trains are always on time
One running north
One running south
On the same track
It makes perfect sense when they collide
Who are we to question business practice
Authority is always right up and down the line
Little Bambi nibbles grass between the rails
Poor thing doesn't understand mass transit
East and West are foreign concepts too
Poor dear only knows north and south directions
And does not question and can not spell
She looks up and down the track for traffic
And gets confused by choo choos actions
Going fast on rails is funny and must be fun
Two steps up and two steps back then crash!
Her final words were whispered
Coo coo ca choo... then Boom!
Bye bye Bambi bye-bye
The trains are always on time
Up and down the line
Authors note: Sadly this tragic event below is a true story that happened this past week end.
*At least two people were killed early Sunday when an Amtrak passenger train collided with a CSX freight train in South Carolina. About 70 people were transported from the scene with injuries, according to the Lexington County Sheriff's Office.The collision occurred about 2:35 a.m. in Cayce, S.C., near Charleston Highway and Pine Ridge Road, authorities said. The Amtrak train was No. 91, traveling between New York and Miami. The Amtrak train's lead engine derailed, as did some passenger cars, an Amtrak statement said.
My only questions are; Why can't they figure out how to have one set of tracks devoted for north bound trains and another set of tracks devoted for south bound trains? Is it really that complicated?
Here it comes,
April on the wing
squirrels chatter, birds sing,
flowers rise and grow
lilac scented pollen in the windy flow
oh no,
a tickle in my throat and nose,
this is spring, oh what a magical tease
forcing out each reckless cough and repetitive sneeze,
a screech to inertia, breathless explosive compulsion
from the mucosa of nasal integral expulsion,
ah, the wonders and beauty well spread
clogging and congesting brain cells in my aching head
ah choo, gesundheit, God bless,
it's spring bud and bloom at its very best
get me a tissue
for these beautiful and irritating issues,
hope it's an allergy and not the covid-19 flu.