Long Tickets Poems
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Aching
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten
All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets
Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think
Astral Womb
astral absorption
blends life continually -
soul's evolution
Bloodless Bond
born not of Mother
parent of necessity
destiny fulfilled
Coming up Trumps
sharing true friendship
noisily expelling gas
no inhibitions
Conception
blending of spirits
natures nectar decanted
life's vessel refilled
Deep Silence
deep silence roars out -
in straining to catch whispers
no one can hear it
Destiny
deep thunder rumbling
silence envelopes the land
destiny draws near
Empty Noise
dry branches snapping
summer glory now faded
still tries to impress
Eternal Moments
past, future, present
moments form eternity
time stays forever
Eternity Beckons
body discarded
spirit struggling upwards -
too late to grow wings
Eternity
union of birth
individualism
union of death
Free Spirit
thundering of hoofs
freedom’s stampede of delight -
spirit unbroken
Insight
foggy perception
clarity of direction
avenues open
Night Fright
cloud creeps across moon
night whispers it's mysteries
concealed in darkness
Pendulum of Life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest
Pendulum’s Swing
regularity
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings
Pendulum’s Ride
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs
Post Mortem
Going through the veil -
Once life’s journey is a tale
Did your faith prevail
Self Pity
beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache
Time for Time
life's pathways beckon
moments joined into ages
cloaked by time's mantle
Time’s Call
friends not forgotten
re-union approaches
time's pathway beckons
True Vision
though vision is clear
perception can be blinded –
truth is in the soul
Senyru:
Perception
perception
is reality
apparent
Poets Write
poets write
spilling blood as ink
makes one think
Ivor G Davies ©
Up before dawn, his feet hit the floor
He can't pretend to sleep anymore
His clothes displayed neatly, beside his bed
He places his hat atop his head
Today is the day he will pay off his debts
He won't return home with any regrets
The first to arrive, empty stands
Soon to be filled with clapping hands
In the blink of an eye, the parking overflows
With tickets in hand they fill in the rows
A couple of clowns to fill in the gap
An impatient bunch, he can hear their feet tap
Alone in a stable with his hat on his chest
He prays to The Lord, that he will do his best
Peaks around the corner for a glimpse of his opponent
An unstable beast and he has to tone it
Brushes off the doubt and dusts his boots
Exposes himself, "Yeehaw", he hoots
Ready to go, signed the waiver
Cards seem to be playing in his favor
While riding him bare
A split second scare
He regains control
At the delight of his soul
Held steady till the crowd cried
Landed on two feet. It was an 8 second ride
I so hate my job on ‘Customer Services’
People keep bringing stuff back
“This doesn’t work.”
“This isn’t right.”
“This was supposed to be black.”
And then in my break I checked the newspaper
To see what there was in the news
Just Harry and Meghan in some Netflix caper
God, those two give me the blues
But wait! Who was this, my fairy godmother?
She said, “I will make your wish so.”
I did have to wish for something or other
So lottery numbers I said I must know
She thought for a moment and said, “It shall be.”
And then I was rich, my dream had come true
My every desire was right there for me
Customers services? Not me, I’m through
But then she was back; was it double or quits?
She said, “I’ve a trade for you, Dear,
if you should relinquish last night’s winning tickets
then Harry and Meghan will both disappear.”
I gave it some thought, I pondered all day
For I’m sick of him and of her
There’s just one thing left that I need to say…
“How can I help you, Sir?”
The shiny, silver gleam
of wheel polished railway lines
have been dulled by a thick scab
of rust. Weeds have colonized
the stoney ballast, the wooden
sleepers have rotted away to dust.
The bush has closed in, dissolving
the once clear perspectives
of distance into a leafy clutter
of nearby mallee trees.
I stand on the platform, invite
my thoughts to populate the scene.
Cracked, rutted asphalt extends
to what would have been the length
of two or three carriages long.
I wonder who would have stood here
all those years ago when steam
trains screeched and shuddered
to a stop. Who would have got on.
A young girl or boy perhaps,
stomachs tightened with fear
on their way to boarding school,
first time away from the farm.
A veteran or a grandmother
with an appointment at a city hospital
about to be told the bad news. Maybe
a family, a newly married couple
heading for a weekend holiday
with tickets to a football match,
picture show or a visit to the zoo.
The sad, solitary figure
of a teenage mother clothed to cover
her secret, escaping from shame.
I wince at the thought
of how it was back then.
Time passes. I walk back to the car
and drive off leaving no trace
of my visit except for a memory
lodged now in a diminishing
perspective that is fast
closing in behind me.
Ball caps on,
tickets bought
ready for the big game.
A pack of wrigley's spearmint gum
in my back pocket.
Finding the right seats,
a panoramic view of the field.
Waiting for the players to enter the field,
star spangled banner sang,
all hands on hearts.
The game begins with
people cheering and chanting
H......E.....Y.....
batter batter swing!!
another hit,
another run,
go team go i yell.
As i hold an overpriced beer in cheer
waving down the vendor
for a famous stadium dog with mustard.
A day at the park enjoying Ohio weather
This is how baseball should be
When I was a Lad
by Bob Moore
I still remember, when I was a lad
the head of the house, was the one we called dad
he’d go off to work, and mam would keep house
look after the kids, be quiet as a mouse
He’d come home when shift ended, and sit in his chair
wasn’t much said, cuppa tea waiting there
mam did all the washing, the cleaning and such
no TV, no internet, not very much
Sometimes, if she had to, a part time job she’d get
selling tickets at Belle Vue, or maybe the Met
or at the Apollo, in Ardwick Green
the Hippodrome too, some stars there, she’d seen
or the Midland Hotel, up on Hyde road
to make a quid, and pay what we owed
us kids didn’t know this, we all just played
and if mam and dad worked, at the neighbours we stayed
we knew all the neighbours, and we would just roam
until the street lights came on, then we’d go home
mam would be waiting, or sometimes it was dad
I remember those times, when I was a lad.
Once upon a time, back in the near future,
a frog and a fiddler were held together by suture.
Now the fiddler played his fiddle all day,
the frog, had a unique croak, in which he did play.
They were ask to play in Nashville Tennessee,
the fiddler and the frog, finally made it to live tv.
They got their tickets, and headed for the station,
when frog came up with a croaking creation.
Fiddler, said the frog, please let me fiddle tonight,
I know how to do it, and I'll get it right.
Fiddler said, now frog you know I play the fiddle,
as you croak the word's adding to our riddle.
They announced the frog and the fiddler, as they walked out on stage,
the fiddler begin to play his tune, the frog croaked out in rage.
Just as the fiddler stepped up and sped up the song,
frog croaked out, fiddler, your doin it wrong.
The fiddler in anger, throwed his fiddle at the frog,
the string's broke, rapped around him and tied like a hog.
The frog croaked out all wrapped up in fiddle's string's,
the fiddler and the fiddled frog who now no longer sings.
The two that had been held together by such a suture,
no longer had a place in the past, in their near future.
Why? what happened, you ask of me, it's quite simple I do say,
the fiddler he just fiddled away, and the fiddled frog, well he croaked today.
"Well, I'm sorry but this is boring and your list of fines, it's got me snoring and I don't mean to be ignoring you but pouring out my story won't make my driving less deploring so I guess what I'll admit is that some of these tickets are legit but I wish you would just quit having this fit, since there really was no marking saying no parking and my dogs are really barking. So let's hurry this towards an end, is driving backward really so absurd? I won't pretend no accidents occurred but from what I heard it could be worse, for pete sakes it was only some defective brakes, this really takes the cake for such a small mistake, and sometimes I think they're just too bright so I drive at night with no headlights and you might think you're right but did we really need a seatbelt when we felt we were held in by more people than seats dealt? It just doesn't make sense, it's only an expired license! It's all in the past tense and I don't appreciate your comments about that ticket so I'll tell you where to stick it!
I will pay the speeding one, I was needing just a little fun and may have missed reading the sign that would be heeding the speed in which I should have gone, so there, I said that I was wrong now here's some cash to pay this con, I had to pawn some things of mine to pay this fine and I don't mean to cross a line or hold things up while I whine but since you think you're so devine, and I don't even really mind paying all the powers that be, that tower over at the DMV but it really tends to sour me when I've been waiting for how many hours? 3!!!"
THEY SOUGHT REMEDY TO SOMETHING THAT HAD BOTHERED THEM.
THEY WOULD MEET SECRETLY TO FORM WHAT WOULD PROBABLY CAUSE THEM TO BE SEEN AS REBELS AND UNGREATFUL PEOPLE.THOSE WHO APPOSSED THE GIANT MIGHT FIND WHY THEY SPEAK SOFTLY WHEN HE'S ASLEEP. YET IF THE WORLD IS TO BE PLACED BETWEEN THE SUN AND MOON, THE OTHER PLANETS NEED TO RESPECT, THE EARTHS ALLIGNMENT. THEY MET TO DRAFT DOCUMENTS, THEY MET TO GIVE RANK AND POSITION TO THEIR BROTHERING, THEY SPOKE TO CALL INTO ACTION PEOPLE WHO ONLY HEARD OF ONE ANOTHER.THEY WHISPERED NOT TO AWAKE THE GIANT, THEY ALLIED TO STAND AGAINST THE GIANT, YET THEY DID SO SAYING THEY REPECTED THE GIANT, AND THE POSITION HE WAS IN, BUT TO FEED THEIR FAMILIES THE ALLIANCE WOULD NEED TO BE FORMED TO GAIN TRUST BETWEEN THOSE WHO WISHED TO PARTNER, AND DO BUSINESS TOGETHER.tHEY CALLED THEIR NEW SHOW'S RAVES,(EVENTS THAT DETAILED THE BEST)WHEN THEY OFFERED MUSIC, THEY WOULD SPEAK OF THEIR SHOW'S ASR-G'S,(RAVE-GIGS)
THEY ALLOWED UNKNOWN MUSICAIN TO TRAVEL WITH THEM, TO OPEN THE EVENTS WITH SONGS, THIS WAS NOT TO BE PERMATE FEATURES AND SOME SOUGHT WAYS TO BE EVASIVE OF THESE DOINGS. "SHOUT-UP AND DO-IT,"
AND "EVEN IN THE CHEAPSEAT'S" BECAME TERMS THAT CROSSED BOUNDERIES WERE ONCE TERRITORAL MERCHANTS, SHOWED THEIR GOODS, BY BEING THE BEST SHOWMEN THEY COULD BE. "THEY WISH TO IMPRESS THE MASSES, BY DOING WHAT THEY HAVE BEEN TRAINED TO DO, AND DOING SO, MAKE SOME MONEY AND FEED THEIR CHILDREN.BUT THE SLEEPING GIANT HAS EARS, AND WHISPERS MIGHT SOUND LIKE SCREAMS AND RANTS OF PEOPLE WHO WISH TO DO, WANT SOMEONE ELSE HAD DONE, AND BE MORE SUCCESSFUL AT IT THAN THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE THEM. THEY HONORED MEN, AND MADE EOPLE INTO CHAMPIONS FIRSTT, BY HEARING STORIES OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO WORKED HARD TO BUY THE TICKETS, THEY SOUGHT FAME BY PUTTING PEOPLE FIRST, ALLOWING THEIR AUDEINCE TO BE THE VOICES OF THE ENTERTAINERS, THEN THEY PUT ON THEIR SHOW'S, NOT TO AWAKE THE GIANT, WHO MIGHT SEE THESE TALENTS AS ONE'S TO TAKE AWAY. (BRAINWASHED) AND THE PROMISE OF RICHES, MIGHT MAKE SOME GREENNOSED ROOKIE, WANT SOMETHING HE THINKS HE CAN HANDLE.BUT HE TO HAS TO TIPTOE AROUND THE SLEEPING GIANT, WHO THAN MIGHT AWAKE TO FIND HIM.
Some conspicuous lice met once or twice
With white follicle mites who came out at night
And an upside down tick who did magic tricks
That entertained maggots who shared roasted haggis
With pole dancing worms who wriggled and squirmed
Under Chinese mosquitos munching burpy burritos
Chasing cobwebby crickets selling counterfeit tickets
To shows where no sensible grubs want to go
Warning churchgoing termites that these shows were a blight
On a class of weevil whose bite could be lethal
For marbleized moths drinking steaming Scotch broth
And sanitized beetles who had pins and needles
From sharing cold baths with nonsensical gnats
Watched by camp caterpillars strung out on painkillers
Sharing smokes with loud locusts who were very much focussed
On prostrate praying mantises with suspicious practices