Long Freight train Poems

The Story so far continued from 'Visitor'…
An attractive extra-terrestrial female researcher sent to a remote island to observe earth and beam back her findings is struggling with unfamiliar, alien romantic emotions. Even though she is...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives...

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The first thing I remember hearing 
Was a car radio with a country song playing
A man singing while my mom was steering 
A song about heartache and pain
That’s the day the good boy in me...

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I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,
but I mostly go by Joe these days,
because that tyrant grandpa...

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Where the Railroad Track Meet 

Grasping, lunging as does a donkey for the
dangling apple leading it forward, I reached
for the ever elusive spot.  That place where
the railroad track meet.  Almost had it in
Idaho...

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I can tell you about the elongated nights.
The pain and agony endured to the soul.
The hammer of reality that aims to chisel at my pride 
until it resembles a statue of anguish and defeat.
The way...

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Friends The Collapse of America, Society, the Economy, Food, and Gas Shortages, the devaluation of the dollar, death and misery are around the corner. It is coming at us like a freight train, with no...

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As I turn to see a dark silhouette, I realize it is you. Your sultry form is illuminated by the moonlight glowing through the window shrouded by tightly drawn curtains. 
I become instantly aroused. Your...

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My mom always told me not to show my heart so much,
because she said the world will chew it up and spit it out in chucks that won’t fit back together.

See in fourth grade, I...

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My 2 hands are not strong 
enough to bring you on the 1st 
flight back to what we had. 
I can feel the past tense 
pretending to beat down on my 
head with your own...

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Beneath the city the river fishing is good.

I roam with tackle and pole below those wiggling tapeworms
Wound around the cement underbelly of bridges
Devouring the guts of the city’s glamour
Down here where shadows are long as...

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Ten seconds is a very long time
When that’s all you have to live
There’s time enough to make your peace
But not time enough to give…

…to give your sweetheart one more hug
To squeeze her oh so tight	
To...

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Two hundred and twenty stories never written but etched in time

were removed on a day which started fine.  

The silver worms traveled down beneath the floors 

carrying those whose day (lest they know) would...

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from his rock he  sends out a deadly summons
  that calls  
                    ...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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If my heart breaks and there’s no one around
Does it still make a sound
Does it still fall to the floor
And shatter on the ground
And if I buy a million rolls of duck tape
And a dump...

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A tornado comes and goes so quick
 Sometimes revisiting on the same day
 Air humid, breathing hard and thick
 Best advice given…get out of its way

 Sounds like freight train bearing down
 Delivers this –Varoommmmmmmmmm
...

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Lemme tell ya' about a
*ding-bat skit-zo 
bee-hotch* tranny
named Annie...

I met her one night 
under disco lights 
up at Candies

She was 
starin' at me
grittin' her teeth
aimin' ta' see 
if I wanted a piece
of he 
OR
of she...

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I should have washed the dried tears away
My skin is uncomfortable this morning
That can be remedied though
There is a hush and I feel I can hear a far away train
It might be my blood pumping...

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any superstitious peasants 
out there tonight
TV junkies gossipy groupies
smooth talking saxophonists
am I talking too fast
for couple's therapy
uh oh here comes
another scar on my head
the optimist would say
the scar of opportunity
fortunately digression is an art
that never...

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This morning I went on my daily stroll.
Only this time it was quite different:
I permitted my mind to take control
How much I knew not or to what extent.
It took me on a tour of memories.
I...

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I could’ve been a boxer, measuring milligrams per pound
So I’d know exactly what it’d take for a K.O. in the first round
I throw punches in the shadows ‘cuz I’m faster than light
And I’m still making...

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The Truth

I am here to make you...
uncomfortable. 
I am the truth, 
the whole truth, 
nothing less than, 
but there is more. 

The problem is you never look for it. 
You never step outside your zone,...

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Sunken cheeks and hallow eyes, pasty skin, it consumes, it wastes your body, no breath left, no disguise. Like the rush of the wind, a freight train, you are told, I am sorry you will...

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