Long Timetables Poems

Allegheny rail train has been rolling along since dawn.
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn ushered by the wind.
Sounds at first are muffled but become distinct as the train gets closer.

Gulls hovering over...

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Missives on Time
I am writing this missive at the age of sixty-seven years, seven months, twenty-five days, two hours and eight minutes of time on Earth.
As I record my thoughts about time, I wonder if...

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BACK STORY
Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping...

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If we decided to till our farms,
They don't care to help us with their arms
We are hungry while they are in satisfactory
Is only food we always battle for
We discover our fate while striving for it
They...

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I.

I’ve lost my sense of silence…

I’ve lost my self
So now I hate everything
I want nothing to do with anything
Does this make you sad?

It makes me sad, sure,
And even as I curse even that sadness
I cant...

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THE ART OF PATIENT WAITING


The art of waiting only comes eventually
After days to decades of practical practice
Staying in limbo, whether still or pacing:
As looking down the line of tracks for 
An awaited train; as in...

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That timetables rapt familiarized discern
resolves transmitting rumors, my befriend
dysfunctions with misgivings, halting's bend
and circumvents a standstill toward no end!

While oppositions furthering's belief
beginning's placate, anchoring's achieve
and dormancy becomes a truth's bereave,
life's reconciling justice to perceive!

All told,...

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A special teacher does NOT....
        care about financial gain
        play the glorified sitter
        teach...

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(Inspired by Harry’s poems- The Old Oak Tree, Oh them hot air balloons, Death is Not the End and An Agendaless Age)


I have known Harry barely two years back
Yet I felt a strange rapport with...

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Time 

There is the essence of time in space, that we are not aware
There is a quality of time, that we wish we all could share
There may be times when you feel that time is...

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"I am appalled," the administrator said
..."I am appalled by your recommendation."
yet utterly correct, it soon proved to be
for years anonymous, the implied accusation

Challenger "slipped the surly bonds of Earth"
and surely those scientific souls perished
to "Touch...

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Shaped by and for wind
the free flowing mane
timetables share in 
the horses of the plain

Gallop trot sprint unfold  
climbing breezes oblivion 
stoney story is told 
sculpted in black obsidian

Herds mighty now stampede
on hooves brittle...

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MY DREAM VACATION

Sharing juicy oranges on a dusty Spanish pavement
The cloudless sky offers no respite from the relentless sun
Free of time concerns, we cycle to our next ad-lib adventure
Guided by suggestions not structure
Blown by the...

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I Dream of Being Wrong!

It's so frustrating, God but it seems that it's true 
What I see in my heart it's Your pleasure to do!
Still, I wish Lord some dreams might get lost in Your...

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I played insane games with my brainwaves, leaving psycho-spiritual stains in the astral plane, collapsed synapses, bruises, scratches, this ain’t magic, it’s incompetence

Unconscious but alive, same as everyone else in the supply chain on the...

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Good morning my Sweetheart
Although you’ve got nothing to gain
Your love is as pure as the imminent oncoming rain
Wipe sleep from your wakening eyes
And prepare for the oncoming day
With needles and diets and timetables
No respite nor...

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As adults we walk around the streets and parks
with a face saying “I know where I’m going,”
“I know what I’m doing”.
Timetables, manuals, diaries, and journals somehow
find themselves in our pockets,
as form of reassurance for “I...

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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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i congratulate and uplift
i never put down
does not matter if whatever is more than my less
i am proud 

too many people put down
too many people spread hate
too many people waste needed energy
instead, why not encourage...

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Often I drift back to my days of youth
to where life did begin; a rural treat,
those sharp brisk mornings a moorland uncouth
a naïve nakedness a one-way street,
simple things like the sun rise snow and sleet.
No...

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