Long Transportation Poems
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Head on collisions can not be predicted
At great speeds they are hard to avoid
People on the train sleep in their calm
Not for long when something goes wrong
North bound hits south bound boom!
Mr. Hobo makes the tracks his home
He stands upright for the special delivery
He looks left to see bright lights coming
Then the other way to see yet others
So much rapid illumination thrills him
He smiles and thanks God for his luck
Thanks God it was not two trucks
The impact creates enlightenment
If you must travel, go locomotive
Generally speaking from experience
It is a safer form of transportation
We can only surmise the reason why
People love to ride
High Priests and Priestesses of Environmental Conservation
My comrades and I hereby present our observations
In light of runaway climate change and glacier-melt
That among our brothers and sisters is so keenly felt
We see no other course but to revert to our former ways
For if not, our future will soon dwindle to a matter of days...
Hence, we recommend retiring all motor-powered transportation
Returning to the trusty burro and steed for all our vehicular needs
A ban we must institute on all electric lights
Let us restore the wax candle to its rightful place in the night
Last, but not least, an immediate halt to all technological development
Returning to our native roots, to be one with Nature in envelopment
O, High Priests and Priestesses of Forward Thinking
Please accept our report ~ knowing that our window for change is shrinking
What takes you so long to solve the crime when you have all the evidence that you can find, what take you so long to solve the crime when you saw the man rang the doorbell and sprayed bullets inside the house.
You heard screaming and shouting and saw everyone running about; you saw the young man jumped through the window and broke his nose when he fell on the garden floor. The other one escaped the shot but broke his legs when he fell on his back.
What takes you so long to solve the crime when you have the entire alibi that you can find. What take you so long to solve the crime when his motive is consistent with his action, the distance from where the gun was fired and the dimension from which the gun was held is far more revealing than the man that pulled the trigger.
Go back to the scene of the crime and take samples of the scalp from the tree and listen to the forensic scientist analysis and you can tell what was going on in the shooter's head before he shot the people dead.
What takes you so long to solve the crime when you know that the bison abducted the deer. There was no baby rabbit at the sreet corner, it was just a bison lurking around the back seat dressed up like a scavenger in frock waiting for the right time to mutilate its first-time customer.
Abduction or consent the bison and the deer almost ended up in hell , the wheels and turns, the twist and blows split its legs apart and plunge in its head into the dark. It gored the deer quite deep causing it to sprang to its feet and when the quota was met the bison ran away and the deer escaped.
What takes you so long to solve the crime when the evidence is wrapped in the woman sleeve? As if you didn’t know that the bison was part of the show.
When you are going on dare hunt, don’t drive alone, just take a public transportation into the town.
If your motives are right, you will get a message from the sky, which says do or die; you must take a ride at midnight to meet the saturated cloud before the next full moon, fasten your seat belt, I will be seeing you soon, what takes you so long to solve the crime.
O Lasgidi , city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
In your belly called street, lays lifestyles of hustlers
No Man's land your pseudonym, Eko your first name,
Lasgidi a middle, greetings to you , your last name .....?
O Lasgid! fountain of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
potholes eaten on You, like a Baldhead
The coal tied road, trunk A. B. C
Yellow is the vultures vest
Their shoes an athlete choice
Fit to run to peg their wings
On the innocent souls;
The bus conductor they perch on
drivers they beak on
Tribals mark they tattoo on vehicles
A logo, a sign , a stamp for the" Owo boys!"
Malnutrition their dietary, yet belly is full
Empty in it, wears attitudes bulging tummy.
O Lasgidi city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
And the vultures in yellow, they run the potholes
Up down up down just for their belly sake pay up dues
with whips held in their hands like ancient masquerades
Yellow is the vultures, garages it perches
O Lagidi city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
Please shed off your yellow vultures. Away them
They put more potholes in mind of drives, motor boys
To drink water, they gulp Alcohol, marijuana their diet
Eyes beaming red like crimson teeth decayed age 39
O Lasgidi city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
Wear out your yellow vultures
A perfect pseudonym abgearoo!
And their motor; "owo boys da"?
For ,drivers and motor boys in the
Potholes their dough falls, thus
marathon struggles continual
O Lasgidi commercial pride of the nation
Where is the government, where is the law? hiding
Like candlelight underneath a bushel its glows
But for men its blurred, waiting folks, worn out, verdict
Must sing loud, like a gong its should sound goom
O Lasgidi city of hustlers, bustles, knuckles
Mother to no idle man
I hail thee
Agbearoo! :roadside transportation tax collectors
6/4/2020
Now gather round this here campfire
y'all kind good folk
Sit down get and make yourselves
real comfy and toast a marshmallow
Because this is a Freestyle Hoedown
ain't it all of us here have come to see
and i am about to get this party started
So here's a little ditty im about to spit
if you follow my flow and catch my drift
please feel free to join in and sing along
Hey- Diddle - Dee
Slap a my thigh
Fiddle - Dee- Dee
I'm a simple country boy at heart
not 1 of them city slicker
Who enjoys the simple things and
pleasures of the outdoors life such as
My shack and outhouse I constructed
myself with my own bare hands that
provides me shelter when I am not out
roaming the plains
A cowboy hat tin of beans cup of coffee
whiskey bottle and thick warm blanket
to sleep under the star's at night
I live off the land and anything else I
need it can't provide all I have to do
is take a ride into town I can purchase
from the supplies store
And my mode of transportation I use to
get there is my trusty Mustang of the
four legged type 1 B.H.P under the
hood that comes with a saddle
not 1 of the modern day muscle car variety
You see I'll take my chances all day long
Dancing with these Wild Wolves rather
than the one's on Wall street
Because at least there was some form
of law and a Sheriff in Dodge
Whereas
Wall street is totally and utterly lawless
run by cowboys who have the Sheriff's
and the Judge on their payroll
Who will railroad you straight to jail
choose to throw away the key or
hang you
Music Score provided by
( Deliverance Banjo )
&
( A Fistful of Dollars More )
&
( The Bad & the Downright Ugly )
My cogitations after learning about THE 27 CLUB*:
Confronted with secrets of existence
My soul strives to remain optimistic
As I resolve what seems enigmatic
Trusting God, anchored on faith’s persistence.
Here am I, seeking the Lord’s instruction
Cognizant that His way** is always best
Through the Holy Ghost’s blessed guiding zest
Expressed by the Scriptures’ revelation.
Midst survival-battle of puzzling bouts
My spirit finds sure victory in Christ
Vanquishing unbelief, wisdom-sufficed
While secured by His truth against doubts
Thankful for divine vision, glowing bright
My heart rests and basks in the Saviour’s love
Surmounting dilemmas with peace above
Sharing gift*** of life along heaven’s light.
*The 27 Club includes popular musicians, artists, actors, and other celebrities who died at age 27,[7] often as a result of drug and alcohol abuse or violent means such as homicide, suicide, or transportation-related accidents.
**John 14:6 of the King James Bible (Words in bold complete the assertion of Jesus Christ).
***Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
January 31, 2022
Edited on September 2, 2022
Honorable Mention, "The 27 club" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco; judged on 9/26/2022.
There was a man who had a horse
Means of friendship and transportation of course
Everywhere the man did go horse was there for show
This horse began old to grow
To the used car lot the man did go
Selecting a car with many horses you know
Not knowing it was a lemon he bought
Now on the car he constantly sought
Parts to replace what would not go and
On one side the man would stand
Peering into the broken car with plan
On a stump on the other side
The horse would stand trying to guide
His friend on where the problem did lie
Also he was studying the working parts
Trying to figure out how all those horses fit inside
There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.
And local newspapers
with indigenous,
perennially planted village editors
among ecoschooled
one-room patriarchal chiefs
competed only with local gossip
in barber shops
and beauty parlors
for communicating hearts,
listening among each democratic trusting,
sometimes mistrusting,
but rarely anti-trusting, other.
These were slower
and in some more nutritional
ways more goodfaith experiential based
and less indoors extracted,
distracted from outdoor Earth voices
singing resonance,
preaching resilient multicultural climates
of and for co-redeeming health
as Original Intent
of Paradise WinWin Wealth.
There were these times
when horses and sleighs,
mules and oxen,
cattle and pigs,
camels and llamas,
and then, later, bird flight imaginations,
bikes
and ecoschools
and organic composting gardens,
electric streetcars and trains
were the heart of multicultural
PositivEnergy communication.
The entire city is in darkness
Yet the brightness shines through you
People left to get away, in their cars they drove
I stayed - flood water is used to flush the toilet
I'm glad to have a gas stove
Water in the ice chest, tub and washing machine
Old folks know exactly what I mean
Water is unclean and contaminated - Oh how we thirst
No central air, no ceiling fans - Oh how we sweat
For days your own means of transportation
Is a boat and your legs
Ravioli in a can without any heat
Food in a box without any meat
People placed on a bridge walking up and down
Not knowing soon, they would leave their town
Bible, clothes, cell phone, charger, license
Foodstamp card, toothbrush, children and money
This shh... is serious, don't think it's so funny
Holding signs wondering has anyone seen us
Missing loved ones never made it to the bus
Tears we cry and cry and cry
Sooner or later the sun will dry
Free rent for a month cause now your home is a Dome
Sometimes sleeping on a cot really mean a lot
Take a bath fully exposed, no privacy for there are no doors
Salvation Army, FEMA
Pushing and shoving to get assistance is hard
I don't know 'bout you, but I got a Red Cross card
Three weeks later, I'm back touring my home
The water has subsided, yet the smell still so strong
Four kids plus one is five, thank You God we're all alive
... and to think the reality show Survivor
Does not contain one Katrina victim
Thank You -
On behalf of me and my city New Orleans, we thank you all!
Thank you to the state of Texas and to all the states, thank you for everything!
Thank you to everyone around the world for your heartfelt love and support during this time of devastation and uncertainty, for we were completely lost and broken.
Special thanks to Houston, Texas for opening up the Astro Dome and Reliant Center and allowing it to become a home for us.
Thank you to all of the shelters and to everyone who made donations, volunteered their time and opened up their doors and hearts to our families.
Thank you to those who graced us and embraced us.
Thank you to those who stayed with us and prayed with us.
We are forever grateful!
she stood in a corner under a street lamp
waiting for someone who would pay for her
services to provide for her child’s needs
her face wore a look of determination
husband left taking all their savings
no transportation nor job she turned
to the streets to survive in a cruel city
she did not cry she would survive
police officers are some of her customers
so no need to hide she was safe to work
city officials and a judge also used her services
they drove up in their fancy cars seeking her
they are looking for understanding and love.
they lack this at home and are willing to pay for it
she believes these individuals are lost souls
searching for understanding and intimacy
she returns to her apartment, pay the sitter
and played with her daughter.