Long Railway line Poems

From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view would dominate,
Where Pilgrims...

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OCTOBER TALE
Go south and follow the sun’s traverse
As it heads t’ward Capricorn
When days and nights are in equipoise
And slight chills happily born

Go beyond the wide stream where Siegfried roved
Past the dark forest’s sylvan span
You then...

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“…Man serves the interests of no creature except himself…” - Middle White Boar

You came from behind, like a snitcher, and I twirled like a sunflower, as you tingled me. I smiled. The rain dove sang.

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Crushing snowberry bushes on a hillside,
Droops down, discarding fallen blossom petals,
magnificent sand dunes soaked in pure water,
countryside nature soothes with the sweetness of honeyed melody,
And down to the beat.

A stream that appears as blue beads,
Draws...

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I was walking home from work about four thirty in the morn,
and was crossing o’er the railway line before the coming dawn,
when my foot slipped off the iron rail and I felt my ankle sprain,
then...

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Crazy Mick the Irishman, with trademark bike and overcoat,
wheeling his way back into town, classed as a tarnished silly goat.
His hair was long and curly; spoken words barely understood.
His manner gave impression he's up to...

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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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1.	EXISTENTIALISM


And there pigeon lay
 blood dripping off tips of feathers                         ...

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In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like...

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In the death chamber confines
The soul of my mind
Handcuffed by tragedy
Sentenced to death penalty
Just close to a blink of my eyes
With an illusionary greetings
Of long lives
Standing before me
Face to face – My death.

Startled I’m like...

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A funny thing happened to or with me this morning during the 11 O'clock hour. During the few moments that I was watering our lemon tree, a train went back. This was the Amtrak and...

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I couldn’t sleep last night
These times had me feeling not right
There were images swirling round 
And try as I might I couldn’t shake being down

So I walked around the town 
Finding no solace in what...

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Puffing languidly by blowing the whistle, there came 
the mementos of zig-zag meter gauged companion, 
The first consignment on the railroad track, locomotives shipped from the United Kingdom, 
by crossing 586 bridges, beautiful Himalayan Mountain...

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Wobbly bits , Hairy bits and dangly bits galore
So if you're feeling squeamish
Draw your curtains and lock the door
For today is the day in Yorkshire 
When the naked ramblers go on tour.

They will walk beside...

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A faraway place

I lived in the interior of the Algarve for many years
in a converted stable made into a cottage that
was smelling of mules when it rained.
After the heat of summers, winters were, if not
Welcome,...

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I do not picture the brown-eyed sadness,
  Pools of hazel windblown on the heath,
Any more than I picture the days of childhood,
  Less than idyllic pastures spread beneath.

On some soft corner of a...

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The trains of cunning

Two men in a vast field of grain waited for the trains
to meet on a one-track railway line, one a mathematician 
had worked out where the train would meet
the other was a...

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It was a dark hole
into an Aladdin's cave of old tools.
A small window
gave the only light and fell
on a rough sawn bench wearing
scars inflicted by years of use.
Saw cuts, drill holes
and the miscued gouges
of chisels...

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A short cut through the tunnel led me home,
a route I'd taken many times before
but on that misty, cold October night
along its path a nightmare lay in store.

An unfrequented disused railway line
its tracks and sleepers...

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Screaming to the clouds, relentless rain and breathless apathy.
Beautiful in the midst of the imaginary storm.
‘You left me to scars, Robert Smith and this twisted .45’, as if anyone was listening.
Railway line, as if a...

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The children had a simple thing to do
To go to the shops on an errand through
But there was a railway line between home and the shop
And danger lurked in their short walking hop
They waited for...

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What am I aware of?
Fingertips
the plastic beat of an electronic heart
as I type - not in the moment
but racing down stream
to a whirlpool
where words surface.

The last sip of coffee
coating the back of my throat;
a lost...

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