Long Trams Poems

It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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for Ronald Hindmarsh-Midwood 
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(World War One Poem)

Field Of Dreams

The World has stated our freedom,
the worms shall share a soldier's fear.
To look above my trench
is to be a thief in the night.
Life shall lurk, afraid of what is above.

My...

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ANOTHER DAY IN THE MINE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
	


I woke up this morning with a pain in my back
From a cold wind blowing in through a crack
I sleep with my little brother and he hogs the blankets
What...

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At Rotterdam in Netherlands
I made plenty of window friends
I could reach out to them 
whenever I missed my own
friends and near ones back home.

The window facing the South unfolded
the beautiful, enchanting river Masse.
Its simmering and...

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New York Stanza
The night is dark and wet, street lights
Have no purchase on the empty street beneath;
Only the soft glow from the tenement windows 
Gives form and perspective to my view.
From a half open window...

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Deep within our cosmic fabric hides
The magical, mystical thought that carves the world into waves.
The scarf of the evening pulls over the flight of winds,
Like the celestial dawn that envelopes deserts and holy monasteries.
The air...

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Memories Of The Sydney Tram

This fabulous road transport vehicle had it's humble beginnings
in the 1880s, were horses pulled the double-decker trams along
the various streets of Sydney, they moved pretty slow and the
people wanted to move...

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"I read the news today, oh boy" - Beatles 

apocalyptic revelations spinning 'round inside my head/have me tossing keep me turning wide awake upon my bed/so much hating too much lying chaos just outside my...

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There’s gas in them there seams
So the scientists seem to think
All they have to do to get it is
 Dig the holes, then sink

Sink down hydraulic drills 
Force under high pressure, mixture in the cracks
All...

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this non conformist city
breathes a calm but edgy air
through gaps in the graffiti 
and the street art everywhere

its face is sometimes brutal
but its heart and soul seem not
and it walks a sexy diverse walk
that’s cold...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the...

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I never learned to look at shop windows
without searching for the walking shape of your footsteps.
The umbrella abandoned beside a rusted bicycle
resembles you more than any living body.

On the wet pavements, an old woman feeds...

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An Image of the Traffic in Kolkata                            ...

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On the golden quilt of alasi*
Long stretched and
Kissing the horizon
I nap
Cushioned on malleable azure clouds
A stainless heaven kissing the earth I dream
On the savage land 
Atop the hill and hillocks
From the bushes come 
The clings...

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Disembarkment hearkened a largely unknown universe 
Melbourne's sky lifting grid hidden partially
Behind rows of giraffe laughing palm trees

He dinged his car in the line to leave the car park
Home now to brazen 20 year olds,...

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Vertically they have gone to see the horizon
dividing into two parallel paths of iron and stone
nor to return or to encounter
sometimes, only crease cross
to pass trains and trams with passengers and goods
ever absurd they are;

On...

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There are few better-known national landmarks as this.
Here is the famous Gateway Arch in St. Louis.
Each year, this is something many tourists come to see.
It is the most prominent sight in this Midwest City.
This seems...

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If  you get up early enough before the sun the stars disappear before the sky 
clouds over
It’s that magic promise time of day when the bakers and milkmen are beginning 
their  routines
Soon the...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I loved to go camping in the Isle of Man, 
Steam Packet leaving Liverpool at 12 am
arriving at Douglas at 6 in the morning, 
see the Douglas Horse Drawn Tram,...

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Protection but provocation
Is unfair this attitude 
This provocative protection 
I wonder if is written on the forehead
That dark skin colours
Could steal you any time 
You come across them 

Is unfair this attitude 
Hiding your wallet...

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Palindrome Quirks

Gateman, has thou seen my nametag
Tips he replied or else upon thy boot I shall spit
Evil doer! Can I not but endure this shame to live

Was it thy dog upon yonder grass I saw?
Rats!...

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day in the life of a coal miner 

in the darkness you hear them
their boots clumping along the cobbled stones
not dawn yet ...yet still they are on their way to work
young lads of 15 plus.

these...

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The Boardwalk

Whistles, jeers
Unrelenting young men
Ladies in swimsuits sigh while passing by

Screams from the Wild Mouse
Creaking ominously against summer skies
What happens if it fails to make that turn?

Spinning wheels, colorful trophies
“Step right up and try your...

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The birches and the lindens –

in hair have fire.

On the road is noise –

The white horse runs. 

Autumn, as a sorrow,

has spread everywhere.

Where, from whom

do you hasten,

my Prince with the gray eyes? 

Night has lowered...

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