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passengers gather while their turn awaits
very few standing out
except for one, sprawling along my seat
room for me, just about
awkward two-handed pillow cupping head
beyond waking, no doubt
long brown trench-coat, boot soles with rugged tread
next train ! should I nudge him ?
needful resting or chemical stupor
not for me to judge him
why interfere ? his world, his well-earned dreams
very hard to budge him
startled, distracted, nearly miss my call!
still he is not shifting
urgent rush on-board, his image fading
sit back, eyes uplifting
spy those familiar curls, grey wooly hat
conversation drifting
earwigging, eavesdropping across the aisle
their words come and go
tune-in and filter out the ambient
expose their to-and-fro
they are other people, not my business
but still I want to know!
his mature companion, black-haired beauty
she smiles, ten years older
for them, no others on their train of thought
like coinciding spheres
bodies tilt towards overlapping touch
as space between them clears
carriage swaying to their sound, back and forth
they listen intently
animated, probing his next response
she lectures him gently
university trends, what does he seek?
he replies attently
predator woman and willing victim
marooned oblivious
to those furtive glances, the flapping ears
attuned assiduous
audience pleasured, unfolding theatre
cocooned delirious
rails switch, clickety-click, clickety-clack
asks his destination
the one just coming but then no surprise
no procrastination
they stay together with no track of time
end-of-the-line station
reality tears, they remain enthralled
their mobiles uploaded
walk on by, lowered voices on the cusp
demeanour encoded
then lost in the crowd, I wish them both well
destiny railroaded
When life in the city becomes too much to bear
When I am overwhelmed by a sense
of hopelessness and unrelenting stress—
The cacophony of city streets,
A mish mash of jarring sounds
cars whizzing by, horns blaring,
Ambulance wails in a distance
Buses moan and screech
Clickety-Clack of the overhead
“L” trains rumbling by
The din, the clamor, the ruckus,
the racket, rattle and roar
The street musicians
Dogs barking furiously down the lane
The chatter at the roadside vendors,
Oh, the babel of voices, the drunken brawls,
I retreat into the arms of nature.
Away from this chaotic world,
Alone, just by myself,
in the serene solitude of seclusion,
Wrapped up in a swath of silence
in this solemn dusk
I am at peace with myself
Among towering trees and splendorous falls
With its gushing streams and magnificent mountains,
The verdant fields and emerald green valleys
with rivers meandering down through
rolling hills and lush plains…
Soothe my insatiable craving for quietude.
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!
Strappy white sandals with heavy heels
Clicking on the hood of his
1959 Pink Cadillac with the pink tailfins
Tappy Tappy Tap Tap Tap
If you think I am cute, your eyes can clap
Clickety Clickety Clickety Click. I am darling. My smile so thick.
He is sixteen, totally enthralled,
Ignoring the fact that his pride and joy car
will never be the same
It is our first date
I still have this pair of strappy clickety clack sandals
The ones I used to dance in the moonlight showing my cuteness
The ones that made his sixteen-year-old heart go pitter pat
I still have him too, and this was 1967 so….
What do you think of that?
Written May 18, 2019
Poetry Contest: Night Shoes
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
I am here at Autumn Station,
looking down the sun-tinted
rails of a silvery track.
I find it a burden to live in just
the present, so!
Give me the future now,
clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
I dream of the first snow blessing
this wondrous earth.
Whilst the crunch of dead leaves,
beneath my feet, doth my agrieved
autumnal soul, besmirch.
Or, finding my mind, living in days,
many decades ago.
And I lose my joy in my present days
and so.....
I am here at Autumn Station, and
as usual, feeling so inimicablly,lost.
Maybe, I will feel happier when on
my kitchen window pane,
I see that very first, glorious frost?
(Crunch...sigh.,crunch...sigh!)
October 14, 2019
Moments drift by in fleeting streams,
Like bubbles dancing in our dreams.
Hold those moments gently in your hands,
Feel the magic where joy stands.
Moments of laughter, wild and free,
Moments of surprise, like waves at sea.
Moments of celebration, purest light,
Moments of breakthroughs shining bright.
Wake to the simple moments, hear its call,
Embrace the whispers - great and small.
Life is not an emergency, let moments stay,
Don't let moments of pure joy just slip away.
The smiles of friends, the scent of rain,
The twinkling stars, the clickety-clack of a train.
A child’s giggle, a soft embrace,
Things in this life, we should celebrate and chase.
Find joy in what is simple and true,
Let small delights awaken us.
For in those moments of whispers, calm yet mighty,
We will hear the Voice of the Almighty.
Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do
Bro and I slid them on the floor as the door went smack clickety clack
we just laughed and rolled some more...
The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle
we rolled them in the heel of our hand turning them to the light
we would play for hours and never fight;
Then one day we grew old and the marbles were put away
I moved down South and Tony stayed in my childhood quarter
Today I pray each day that as the years go by, I won't begin to cry
over a lost marble or two when the cells won't multiply
We had life in the palm of our hand but we were too young to know
that sooner or later we had to change, and grow...
CIRCA 1954
I'm sitting in a railway carriage
this old steam train, it's almost set to go
It won't be long before
we're rockin' to and fro
There's passengers all hanging out the windows
to wish family a fond goodbye
There's porters on the platform pushing trolleys full of luggage
every now and then they're briskly walking by
Now we're finally moving
this train is rolling down the track
It will be a week or two
before I'll be coming back
clickety clack clickety clack clckety clack
Gotta shut the window this ole steam train is
puffing lots of smoke
there's really not much option
'cause there's a chance that I might choke
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
There's a pang or two of hunger, wander down the passage
to the diner get a bite to eat
Then i wander back to my carriage
to resume my comfy seat
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
I look around. there's large black and white photos
that adorn the carriage wall
There's talk and laughter amongst these happy travellers
no mobile phone distraction from an international call
clickety clack clickety clack clickety clack
Five hours passed we arrive at our city destination
I'm fascinated by all this flashing city light
But most important there is Grandma
we hug each other with delight
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
YELLOW BRICK
Unintentionally urgent,
to choose or refuse,
to flee, to fly
possibly to die.
Excuse: just a child…
The clickety clack
attack of the narrow.
The meeting of strangers
along the way -
both good and evil.
Badly, she wanted to go home.
Bravely, she’d have to pursue
fear, fire, the witching hour.
Apples, red, near the yellow brick -
temptation, thirst, famishment.
Off the path, into dark woods…
Tricks are well-travelled - reveal
weaknesses - coveting, weary, greed…
One could endure the orbs, slapping,
soliciting, addicting; fall asleep, dream…
She’d not a brain in her head, her father said.
Her sister thought her a coward.
Her brother thought her heartless.
Would she listen to the talking heads…
She sighed, did not succumb to temptation…
It was only a bit farther, just around the corner.
This path, though fraught with anxiety
and danger, with pratfalls - dousing
a witch with water, missing her ride…
When she’d suffered, and died to self,
she’d unselfishly cherish her kin ‘til death.
She’s smarter than her years, her dad would say.
How brave you must have been, her sister would praise.
her brother sees, she’s all heart…
The crossroads came
in a most unexpected way -
a whirlwind adventure!
(Tempo: Upbeat, acoustic guitar and a light tapping sound)
(Verse 1)
Rusty fenders and a seat that’s worn
Takes me away from the early morn
Two thin wheels that cut through the air
Leaving behind all the worry and care
Got a little basket on the front of the bar
Don’t need a map, and I don’t need a car
Just a little grease on my blue jean leg
Pedaling fast down the rocky crag.
(Chorus)
Oh, hear the spokes go clickety-clack
Rolling away, never looking back
Chrome and chain, shining in the sun
Life on a bicycle is never done
Two wheels turn, spinning ’round so free
My loyal bicycle brings out the best in me.
(Verse 2)
Up the hill, yeah, I’m standing up tall
Waiting for the rush when I feel I might fall
Then it’s coasting down, wind in my hair
Chasing the clouds without a care
Round the bend, I’m humming a tune
Under the heat of a high afternoon
A little silver bell says “ring, ring, ring.”
Makes my heavy heart feel like a bird on the wing.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
It’s a simple kind of magic, a simple kind of grace
Finding the speed in a slow-motion place
No gasoline, just a heart full of fire
Pedaling up, taking me higher.
(Chorus)
(Outro)
Pedal, pedal... just watch me go.
Chrome and chain... moving slow...
Or fast.
(Ring, ring)
(Fade out)