Long Clickety clack Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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I am not sure whether I am missing you or that you are missing life~

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When I was just a  little girl, we lived by railroad tracks;
we loved the steamy, smoky stacks, the wheels clickety clack.
On many days we would find, knocking at our door,
a hobo who had jumped...

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"Living"

That one-eyed god, 
that strange god
the colour of the sun,
leonine, speaks 
in strange ways to me, 
waking me up
purring seductively,
message received
obliquely through 
the smaller 
sentient sapient, 
strange little creatures
of large stature visiting,
just like
I am, 
visiting,
that...

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Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the...

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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...

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Dragon always needs to be entertained, or there’s trouble brewing, I Say!
So we got him an electric train set, for him and his penguins the other day.
But naturally, he had to sit in the middle...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the

            the one less traveled by and that has made 

  ...

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The 'tock', 'tock', 'tock' of the station clock, 
the clickety clack of the board. 
Telling the time and destinations 
but no one to cry 'All aboard!'
The 'bang', 'bang', 'bang' of the carriage doors, 
the shrill...

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Gleefully you and I smile from a scenic window on life
Enchanted by nightfall befriending quixotic autumn sky
Embossing crimson brushstrokes on vermilion arc
Akin to a painting in classical style of renaissance art
Parading in front of our...

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Clickety clack, it's alright to say,
 time doesn't stand still,
as the train clickety clacks away.  

Time never stands still,
 no, no, it can't and never will
rolling on these beaten tracks; 
 the train keeps...

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The smell of a steam train 
passing me by
The roar of the engine 
brings a tear to my eye
Such dear childhood memories
of when you and I
would watch from our garden 
smoke rising so high
The “clickety-clack”...

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I watch the steam, roll over the train,
as we round the bend.
It appears and disappears,
like the dark cloud that has imprisoned my heart,
since reading of your death.
The rattle from the windows keeps me in a...

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Head bent
His eyes firmly fixed on the ground
Guitar in hand
There he goes
Trying to keep the biting winter’s wind
From nipping at his nose
Baby faced with a bouncing gait
Bob Dylan is walking the streets
Of Greenwich Village
It’s sometime...

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Big Ben strikes ten, depart Kings Cross.
Squeal of tight wheel, where lines criss-cross.
Clickety-clack. Clickety clack.
Now heading north-bound on fast track.

Leave city sprawl in grey and grime 
for now we're on East Coast mainline 
in rural...

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The carriages sway and how they shudder                  
Rattling behind the one-eyed monster      ...

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He climbed aboard that dieseling train,
on a fast track clickety clack,
to nowhere as a matter of fact.
“Ain’t hooked, I’m cool” was his refrain.

“Quit any time , I don’t need that fix,
I ain’t one of those...

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Clique click clickety-click
If you are liked group acceptance is quick 
Clique click clickety-clack
Upset one, knives felt in your back
Clique click clickety-clock
Whispering messages sent round the block
Clique click clickety-cluck
Recreant bullies deliberate destruct
Clique click clickety-click
Treacherous two-faced hypocrites...

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Soul Starving in the Midst of Plenty
By Sy Roth

Just a slit where air,
Some air can find a way to creep in
Replenish the foul exhalations of the horde
Crammed to the rafters
Airless beings 
Dazed by the machinations...

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CHRISTMAS IS HERE It's that time of the year 
for Christmas cheer with the snow a fallen, 
stocking are hanging, parents are running here and there, 
and children waiting for the sound of clickety clack...

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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...

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A fresh college graduate looking for a job
To undergo trials one of which is the typing test
Handed over a text passage to pound on the keypad
Typing 40 to 50 words per minute, I needed to...

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The old steam engine chugged trying to reach the top,
Slowly it inched as the pressure valves were about to pop.
Just a few more feet and it would start its journey down,
And it would then be...

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TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields...

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TRAIN TRAVEL

I am on a superfast train
Listening to the soothing refrain,
Of the wheels on the railway track
Clickety clack, clickety clack.

Verdant vistas on either side,
Soothing visions during the ride.
Hamlets and villages flash by,
Little children waving "Hi"!

Fields...

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