Long Taxi Poems
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HORRIFIC HIGHWAY
Driving at the speed allowed
On Highway N17, traffic ploughing,
Zig zagging, racing, and over taking
Accidents in the making,
Motor bikes screaming past,
Driving fanatically fast,
Showing off thinking it’s a blast,
A terrifying scene,
Spades, The queen
Of death on the road,
A taxi collides with a
Garbage truck,
Taxi overloaded, what
Incalculable bad luck, people just fly
As most the passengers die,
And garbage and muck,
Fall out of the truck.
Driver trapped underneath,
Fire men, paramedics
Try to pull him out from beneath,
Traffic police guiding cars, into
One lane,
For some, it will never be
The same,
As ambulances carry the
The injured away,
To perhaps see another day!
The dead covered with silver
Thermal blankets are waiting
For the mortuary van
Damn,
Don’t want to see any more,
Want to run,
But trapped in heavy
Traffic jam,
I want to scream and scram,
Suddenly the police open,
The road,
Other cars also broken,
But minor injuries
Thank God,
1st responders, I must
In awe, laud!
NON METERED TAXI’S IN SOUTH AFRICA ARE ALLOWED UP TO 15 PASSENGERS IN A MINI TAXI
AND UP TO 22 IN THE LARGER ONES – THIS WAS AN OVERLOADED MINI
TAXI – MORE OR LESS HALF THE PEOPLE SURVIVED. THIS OCCURRED JUST OUTSIDE
JOHANNESBURG
Sudden windy gust
Plays havoc with hair;
Air pregnant with rain
Torrential rain falling
Sky oozing water;
Viscous as oil
Long long queue
Taxi stand centipede;
No cab in sight
Common complaint
Common folks echo;
Too little time
By reservoir park
Bench wet with dew;
Curious eyes detect
Morning jog
Wilderness feeling;
Reservoir park circuit
My darling sleeps
Sweet dreams attend;
Angelic smiles decorate
Here I sit vivid:
Sculpt turn of phrase;
Poem emerging
Some long
For the good old days;
Fresh change intrudes
Anniversary thoughts
Think upon yesterdays;
Nothing much said
Needs and wants
Adversarial anti-climax
No solution yet
One more minute please
Morning wake-up call;
Sleepy feel malingers
Leon Enriquez
25 July 2014
Singapore
There has to be a heaven for musicians
A place for old singers to go
Their music still touches our lives
As they did years ago
Ray Charles transcended music type
From country to rock to blues
Ritchie Valens was only seventeen
When his death hit the morning news
Jim Croce sang about Leroy Brown
While Nillson would croon Without You
Janis Joplin would make you rock
And Stevie Ray would make you blue
I still watch old Ozzie and Harriet shows
Just to hear Ricky Nelson sing
Harry Chapin took his last Taxi ride
And Elvis is still the king
John sang of peace and love
While George's guitar would gently weep
Conway's music wasn't Make Believe
I hear their music in my sleep
John Denver's in the Rocky Mountains High
And Del Shannon seeks his Runaway
Rainy Days and Mondays made Karen sigh
While Otis sat On the Dock of the Bay
Jimi Hendrix played the meanest guitar
Roy's voice couldn't get any higher
Bobby Darin searched Beyond the Sea
And Jim Morrison said Light My Fire
There has to be a Heaven for musicians
For all those who have paid their dues
Where the music will live forever
From rock n' roll to rhythm and blues.
How shall we get there? Mr. Snowman asked his wife.
She knew everything; she had not led a sheltered life.
We shall find a candy cane, it will take us to him she said.
They finally found one that was willing, all white and red.
Hop aboard! Invited the willing candy cane taxi cab.
She held still for them on a pinecone cement slab.
Santa’s Village please, Mrs. Snowman told their Uber ride.
She whisked them up and away in a swoop and a glide.
They passed igloos and the Eskimos came out and waved.
They passed a polar bear who had been deliciously caved.
They arrived at Santa Village in record time.
It’s Christmas said their Uber. She would not take a dime.
Sonnet for the End
David Lustrup 2021
the wheels keep spinning
black and white taxi backseat
the lights go by
my life goes by
waves of city lights fly , the smell of the street
woe and regret
smoke in the air, full moon outside
long shadows on wet streets
this city sings a slow song of death
the night air forlorn with sorrow
its almost over
the curtains about to drop
and there was no show.
a river of tears flowing in my sewer of dreams
failure to launch, failure to fly
entire life about getting by
crumb by crumb i inch from birth to death
was this my great purpose?
i get lost in fantasies
they keep me distracted in thier dark embrace
a tree swaying in the dark night air
the sound of the wind rushing through its leaves
sings a song of dispair
where is the sunlight
where is the dawn?
it's too late
i see tears from my mothers eyes
i failed =(
this movie will never be anything but black and white
Form:
Twenty odd years ago I was driving towards Oxford. As I came round a bend there were three vehicles involved in a horrific crash. I was first on scene so called 999 and reported it.
The van was on fire and we only managed to get one person out before the flames drove us back. There were four people in it. We cleared the car and the taxi of walking wounded.
It took over 35 minutes for rescue services to start arriving. First were the Fire Brigade followed by Ambulance and Police. I returned to my car. As I was sat there a man walked past, his hands behind his back. He was holding a camera, he stood by the burnt man and started to take photos. I told a fireman what he was doing and he spent him off. As he walked by me I said how callous he was. His reply Ma'am its my livelihood, I don't know what yours is I replied I sell Accident insurance and you don't see me being a ghoul. He walked off.
Unfortunately one photo made it to the front page the following day. It was his pure callousness that got me, it was bad enough to have to sit there hearing the screams of the dying and injured people and to small the awful smell of people being cooked alive, but to then stand beside a man who was conscious and knew his mates were dying. How can such a person call them selves a human?
After two hours we were finally diverted and able to leave. The horrific memories of that day will haunt me forever. Twelve people of which 8 died, three at scene five later in hospital. I drove past nearly six years later and the scorch marks were still visible. I hope none of you ever have to experience what I saw and heard that day.
contest: Moment of Truth written 05/16/2013
CAMERA LAND
We are all celebrities in camera land! In hoods and hard hats, behind the wheel or borrowing “Click”
Beneath the scaffolding. Picking up dog ends in the park, running after midnight in the shadows; “Click”
Creeping in the small hours, pursuing the bus, taxi calling in the black fog - stabbed in the red mist, “Click”
Its 2am I’m digging in the garden, there’s suspicion spilling from a blind window! “Its potatoes”!“Click”
Tilting on the brink, canned in cider or inside her, balanced on a tall pole, or tent pole.. Flashed at 34MPH “Click Flash Click”
Sunday lunch in the well, watched damp gutter, observed from Sardis block “Click”
Mooning the lens, burning the protective glass, pictures of my ****, Should please;“Click”
The smile will be costly, looks like a ghost, on fire in the corner, on top of my lost wife with a knife, “Click”
Dripping in credit land, folding paper planes from county court judgements, “Click”
Linking with a landlord between the empty casks, up the back around the back, no one sees, “Click” What could possibly go wrong if you’re behaving in camera land. Never mind!“Click”
Dogging for the joy of it, click! It’s a big big tit, bending over the fence, joy to the vicar in the bell tower of dreams and dripping in unzipping trousers, “Click”
A man holds his breath on the bonnet on the avenger in green, and sinks to her knees under his knees “Click
Hands are moving quicker that a clock in the last days of the night, yes that’s him looks like a purvey, and bandy three legged “Click”
Holding lighter fuel, and sniffing, tipping it into the wallet the queen is watching, on fire but, always smiles “Click”
Just a little disc blue and with numbers, a beer mat would do in desperate times “Click”Guilty or guilty innocence, it’s priced the same on film, stacking up the odds of being clicked.
Accidently in Paris
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t know the way, but I had a map
he could not read, so I navigated, first left, second right and so one.
We got there after three hours, I tried to pay, but the driver would
not hear of it, made a U. turn and shot at me, he was a lousy shot
I stood there in the street of houses ready to expel anyone
who didn`t behave rich and since I walk like a penguin was accepted,
They say a blond girl has much fun, but I tell you a bald man has
more fun at Molin Roughs, (wrongly edited.)
Synchronized dancing and I was thinking when are we going
to eat? Someone a woman I was temporally in love with, arranged
so I could have soup. It was a feathery show, and I sneeze a lot.
We were all waiting inline
Long queue, a weary line
left to deal with enough patience.
The girl sitting next to me was
Changing seats as one gets called in
At the window. So did I. So, the line was in
Good shape in varying positions.
A nice, funny line creating a caterpillar
Movement. At least I thought so.
The girl and I started talking,
And I was happy that I met her.
People still need people,
quite a true sentence,
Still, it makes a sense.
She had dark hair and
Heavy glasses on, and
That is all I could think of her now
She was the first in line, and then
She got the call
And suddenly a bright smile,
"I’m so glad we met!”
I almost sensed that
I forgot her now, as
I am writing these words
But I felt happy too,
Especially at that moment
Nothing more, nothing less, just a smile
People still need people
quite a true sentence
And I felt grateful inside.
While coming home, I called a taxi
The driver nodded with a full smile
“Muslim?” “Assalamu Alaikum.”
The greetings of peace.
I felt happy for a simple, trivial moment
People still need people in many ways
That sentence entirely made a sense today.
Children use their imaginations
When given boxes from the store.
They absolutely amaze me with their creations.
You can see the concentration.
The first to emerge is a taxi cab with a wind
Shield, headlights, seats, and doors.
Children use their imaginations.
Here's a train at the station picking up
Passengers going to all destinations.
What a way to explore.
They absolutely amaze me with their creations.
We were given an invitation
To attend tea in a full equipped kitchen with
Fresh muffins and more.
Children use their imaginations.
The library of books and super decorations
Reminded me of my own education.
Our children's hearts soar.
They absolutely amaze me with their creations.
It was awesome to see their dedication,
But what was even more fantastic was the fun,
And sharing without one uproar.
Children use their imaginations.
They absolutely amaze me with their creations.