Long Stations Poems
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My radio just went silent
Another episode of mimes
Most of them are reruns
That they play from time to time
I'm pretty sure I've heard this one
Where they're in that tiny box
Not sure if they're trying to get in or out
Either way I wish them luck
I don't know how they do it
Mimes on the radio
Oh listen, it's the pretend to fly off with the umbrella routine
Truly a favorite of them all
You can pick them up on several stations
Though I'm partial to AM59
Out in the middle of nowhere in a rain storm
Seems to me to be the best of times
So if you find yourself in radio silence
Don't reach to change the channel out right
Just sit back and enjoy
The finest in Radio Mime
WAIT A MINUTE...THIS IS CRAZY
Is that three mimes that I don't hear
Preforming the famous Zambolini Mime Trick
In which two mimes died last year
I don't think that I can listen
The silence is killing me
Don't they know what they're attempting
Is pure insanity
Someone tell me when it's over
It can't take the suspense, this heart of mine
For there is nothing more exciting
Than an afternoon of radio mimes
He’d stay for a minute and watch the sun. Then disappear like the wind… and then there was none!
He’d follow my footsteps in the snow.
He’d watch me off to work in the car go.
He’d be around at breakfast and tea time and would always get fed.
He’d patrol n the nighttime when we were in bed.
He’d come in out of the rain , warm up and have a kip then be out again!
He’d walk high the fence line to see what was ‘his’!
He’d roll around in the sun on the grass until he got himself into a tiz!
The morning deck, the afternoon deck, the greenhouse and the borders were all good for a kip.
He’d be back even after I’d taken him home.
He’s got his ‘stations’ all round the close!
He knows which way the wind does blow.
That crafty little feline friend of mine. The neighbour’s cat that lives in our garden.
—A Lunar Ballad from the Year 2088
The year was 2088—
I stood in Beijing beneath neon skies,
Clutching a visa to the Moon,
Where dynasties now rise beyond the clouds.
China, bold architect of the stars,
Has carved empires on the Dark Side—
No longer myth or mystery,
But fields of fusion and factories of fire.
Helium-3, mined from silver dust,
Feeds reactors like newborn suns,
Its radiant breath beamed to Earth
Through radio waves that hum like prayer.
Moon is no longer a lifeless rock—
It breathes with industry and grace.
Two hundred pioneers now call it home,
Cradled in glass domes kissed by starlight.
From its soil, green hues emerge—
Lunar gardens bloom in synthetic rain,
A soft rebellion against the cold void,
Where silence once reigned unbroken.
The Moon—
A launchpad, a lab,
An empire of dreamers and coded command.
And above us, floating stations gleam—
Space Islands, fuel stops for tomorrow’s odyssey.
China now commands the current of power,
Energy pulses in her hands—
While Earth bows gently to the moonlit tides
Of this celestial dynasty.
There is another peninsula I’ve been meaning to see.
Up there, there is a shoreline just for me.
Maybe I’ll drive up north on Friday.
There’s no reason to take a plane where I’d have to pay.
Just enough money for gas and food.
Gas stations with keychains for every mood.
We stopped at my favorite restaurant on the way there.
It had a Michigan mural on the wall, which I enjoyed from my chair.
Eating a burger and fries with ranch too.
There’s nothing better than a road trip, that’s true.
Plans to do a hike.
And ride through Mackinac Island on a bike.
It’s still light out on this Friday evening.
So we'll see the sunset as we’re leaving.
Head up to our hotel.
And enjoy the beach smell.
Then on Sunday, we’ll drive home.
After our weekend roam.
With all sorts of delightful birds.
And trying some cheese curds.
Northern Michigan will be waiting for us to come back.
I’ve been there so many times I lost track.
Five days a week, I am in my boring town.
Typing on a computer with a frown.
I think we’ll try a new route for our next trip.
Find a different cafe where we can relax and sip.
I took pictures for my canvas.
So that I can remember the beach air’s caress.
But until then, I am a Southeast Michigan girl.
Who is waiting to give the UP another whirl.
The merrily loaded luggage
Adults in a hurry to find their seats
children walking as the train moves,
Expecting a wave in reply like" SCHWAMM's son "
.
One eating a packet of "LAYS"
The other shouting at the not Hot tea.
An old man with RUDRAKSHA
among the chit-chat kids.
Many drooping over another in a
dreamy, sleepy state.
Many stations moving on & off
New people trying to find their seats
Many with ear plugs in
Rest watching out from in
with sweaters &mufflers on
munching snacks & breaking their fast
children shouting at the passing by trains
many waking up after a while, stretching arms
many little ones often moving from their seats.
one rushing for recess, the other follows..........
# Schwamm is a character in ''THE NIGHT AT THE HOTEL" by SIEGFRIED LENZ - a German Writer.
# Rudraksha is a seed traditionally used for prayer beads.
P eople all over the earth were shocked to hear that a Comet half the size of the moon, would
A nnihilate every human being and most animals on earth on Friday, August 26, 2016; no one would survive.
N othing could be done as the comet was too big to be destroyed or nudged off course by missiles.
D eath and destruction would be almost immediate at 1111 AM Greenwich Mean Time on that day.
E veryone was panicking, rushing to be with loved ones, gathering families together, not knowing what to do and when.
M eetings of authorities and police failed to stop rioting, looting and the rush on banks, shops and chaos on the roads.
O bviously, no one went to work and this caused chaos as there were no planes, trains, buses, no transport, no police, nothing but chaos.
N othing worked any more, and there was no way to gather families together as service stations stopped selling petrol, food shops closed, lights went out; panicked buying and looting emptied the shops.
I nside the cities it was mayhem, as people ran about trying to do everything they promised themselves, and others they would do before they died.
U nable to travel people huddled together, cried and tried to call loved ones on clogged and failing phone lines; the internet stopped.
M any people planned ways to end it all, humanely holding hands, calmly drifting away, well before the fire ball hit, as the pandemonium became sheer intolerable terror.
Parody of Crocodile Rock/an Elton John/Bernie Taupin song
(some of the lines may seem strange, but I truly tried to imitate the exact syllable
count of the song Crocodile rock, and in some lines you have to sing the words
extra fast!)
Reading in Bed
Long ago before VCR,
The internet and DVR,
I’d hang out with family
‘cause there were only four stations on the TV.
With my records playing, I would get
A little crazy dancing; then in my bed
While my sisters played, I lay and fed my head.
I was cozy with my nose-y in a book, in my bed.
Chorus:
While in my bed reading, I sure was feeding
my small head with fantasy!
And when my Mama called out for me,
in my bed is where I would be!
Oh, how I just loved my Stephen King,
romance novels, Lord of the Rings.. ..
Yeah, that reading in bed was a cool thing!
Wow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Well, the years have flown , and now I’m all grown
but I hardly know how to work my cell phone.
All night commenting to friends on the net.
Reading their poems is all the reading I get!
I’m so busy, by midnight I’m dead.
Can’t imagine my reading in bed.
It’s a cure same as counting sheep.
‘Cause now when I try it, I just fall to sleep!
Chorus
(Repeat first stanza and Chorus one last time!)
For John Heck's "Dear John" contest
those
who has so long been submerged
in the water of the womb-cave
now when the sun rises
would they put their lips in action
the pantograph
the wheat-plants
that has been sowed in autumn
the shyness of the houses
going away farther and farther
how much should i become glum
for those stations
on which i suppose to never put my steps
since taking birth
the same story of huggis and wrappers
i’ve told you to say good bye
to the portman
full of rust
and to make an aquarium
for the flying-fishes
with the water-moon
there may also exist
some social forestry
mr slumber
you can’t keep the good-wishes
arranged properly
so as soon as the eyes get open
the palpitations start
(01/11/12)
So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.
Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.
Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations , and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.
They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.
A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.
We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.
I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.
ADOPT
As long as we have roamed
Its always been there
No water
But you'll see it i fear
The intrepid ape
Who swings through the tree's
As he looks up
Not knowing what he see's
A glowing sphere
As seasons allow
Starry night
Obscured by clouds
Do the days ebb
Or the nights flow
Cranial knowledge
So?
Hey!
It's me the clever Ape
I arched my back
Looked to the Sky
This glowing Orb
I'll tell you why
The Queen of tides
Shores graced
Shingle grinded
Sands placed
Her Bosom of light
On Earth she shines
Neanderthal
Every things fine
We stand tall now
And we know much more
Do our Scientists
Go over the score
Space Stations
Will neighbour her
Our Intelligence
To her will slur
We have been here
For so few years
What will we do to her
I fear!!