Long Double decker Poems

Continued from
‘CATONITA STRIKES - PART ONE’
A Freezer Mice adventure


When no-one was around they did the finger-clicking thing
And grew to human size in time for what the day might bring
Their guns were charged and ready and...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone, brick and muck.
Main waterway, depending on era
town or sailor beck,...

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Endangered Trailblazing
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Trailblazing Then and Now

Astride his father’s shoulders
Like a double decker bus
There was always what his father saw
And the child’s gaze beyond
They learned together
What their senses taught them of reality

There were so many hills his father...

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The loving people of our fair town needed a vacation one fine day.
I wasn’t about to argue with them, I’ve often felt the same way.
The journey was a family trip, with the entire menagerie along.
The...

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I know I've been to Chicago,
     But I only remember the snow.
I know that I've been to Albuquerque,
     but I mostly just remember the hot marketplace
 ...

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Asphalt pours into road under melting rubber tires-
A horse with ribs like bars on a prison cell walks lazily under the suns oppression. 
Many people work for peanuts, unhinged cringes at the laughing ones working...

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When mapping something out 
It should be a subject thought about 
Beginning, middle and the finale 
Everything is there says Rand McNally 
But from the depths below 
A mystery creating ocean wakes to flow 
An...

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My name is Bond, Els Bond, and I live in Africa where I was born and belong.
On my continent, I do not work solo – my entire herd shares my mission mojo.
Here, many human lives...

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Memories Of The Sydney Tram

This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings
in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along
the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the
people wanted to move...

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On Interstate 5 In A Greyhound Bus

mother pauline boards the big greyhound double decker 
her freckled son goes before her wearing a cub scout cap
hurry up she says as they climb the stairs to the...

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HOW CAN I PRETEND ? 
PART 1

How can I pretend when 
flutters across my chest only 
prickle as your thought 
arrives with doubt or hope 
What is hope anyway ?
A flimsy wish built upon 
a...

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Pennilessness disallows me
     luxury tubby globe trekker
hence, my imagination
     takes me random places minus
     the hassles of
     any rubber...

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OLD GREAT GRAND OLYMPIAD                      Acrostic

        Ocean creatures...

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[written for ‘If I Were’ contest, but not entered because, well, I just couldn’t help myself]


If I were a seagull, I’d sit in a tree 
I’d poop on the flower that sits beneath me
(A pretty...

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A whirlwind of adventure accompanies 23
From coast to coast and all abroad
My plane fees cost more than an apartment
And that’s okay because
I saw the world with eyes wide open

I dined on pizza and pasta
Met a...

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On a cold frosty night the moon hung in the dark sky like a silver sixpence,
Waiting for a bus that seemed to be hours late, wind dried my face I was cold,
While leaning on the...

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Nothing like new polished shoes,
new dress, when restarting school,
up the bus in one and twos,
warm jacket, embroidered wool!
Cackle of sounds and laughter,
words without weighted wisdom,
atop a double decker,
relish of childhood freedom!
Lessons in school, miles away,
but...

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There once was a bus trip to taken
two groups was trouble in the making
All women, need I say more
whose beauty men could not ignore

Brunettes thought to be smarter
blondes needed to try harder
To this they were...

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By the wayside
A story-teller charms;
Exquisite tale of old

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Path of uncertainty
Change springs a cast;
Innovative ideas hurl

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Loiter and linger
Upon these lonely shores;
Waves crash the beach

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Listen for a glimpse
From unknown scenes;
Mellow music hints

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Heavy mall traffic
Sea of faces swirling;
Waiting...

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woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering high.
lately pacing shadows of motion
with squeezing tight objectives
lay themselves amaze...

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Mom's photo album (in the attic, somewhere?)
Ah! Found it by an overdue book (from a library, somewhere?)
There's mom with a Mountie (in Canada, somewhere?)
Mom by a natural spring (in Maine, somewhere?)
Mom in the kitchen (at...

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Dazzling lights 
Throngs of people 
Walking through crowded streets 
  Reminds us of why we live here 
Costumed performers - Bright theatre marquees 
Seeing those sights brings happiness 
   to native and...

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I ponder whose hands concertina time.
Sometimes my brain wakes up 40 years younger
for a few moments I am vital,
perfectly formed and a smile for every eye.
Other times though, I arrive in the world
already clawing at...

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i'm talking world war three blues
and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune
one kid has trashed the grotto
flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece  

another exclaims, 'can we stop talking and just take...

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