In my dreams
I'm always alone
on monorail subway platforms
on anonymous beaches
with crowds and sharks feeding
and I the only swimmer.
In my dreams
I'm searching
cold rooms and buildings
backpackers hostels
street people alleys
rejected by old friends
yearning for my lost love
who has been taken
by other women
he loves more than me.
Categories:
monorail, absence, angst, betrayal, heart,
Form: Free verse
In Seattle People Prevail
Wrote monorhyme poem on monorail,
About Seattle where people often sail;
Above street;
Friends meet;
Love in your life always will prevail.
Dear, BJ Thomas. Wasn't he a singer.
Jim Horn
My spell check has motor home for
monorhyme.
Categories:
monorail, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
A cocktail waitress named Abigail
Moonlighting as a barmaid serving pale ale
Wore her hair in a pigtail or sometimes in a ponytail
All night long drinking naught but ginger ale
With patrons complaining she was slow as a snail
Her life was far from a fairy tale
She posted bail for a sorry male
Who to no avail, did his best to stay out of jail
When caught again for blackmail with a note in braille
Their affair she finally did curtail
Yesterday she broke a fingernail
Today she suffers from a hangnail
Happened while feeding her pet nightingale
Obviously she’s not fit for work, being so frail
After coffee and picking up her mail
Abigail took a trip on a monorail
Cut her ride short for fear it might derail
Jumped off with retail dreams to shop wholesale
Taking advantage of every Black Friday sale
All day long pleasure over guilt did prevail
AP: 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025, Front Page Pick 2025
Posted on February 25, 2018
Categories:
monorail, adventure, break up, fun,
Form: Monorhyme
https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/aboard-the-express
Hop aboard the Express
Coast to coast, city to city, passengers in line
Electric locomotive, powering at speed
Turn about the corner, tilting train along the track
Compartments of the carriage
Synchronized flow, signal – stop sign
Yet a glance behind, dancing of the trees
Horses on the moor
A scenic tour, destination ever-near
Of varied kinds, capacities great and small
Lest we fall, yet with closed eyes we crawl
Make way to the mountain, sloping steep hill
Railway equipped, pinion wheel grip
The fascination a journey entails
Straddling monorail, of columns held upon
Embrace beams above roads
Diesel locomotives, powering gears
Afore times we have known, use of pulling alone
Steam locomotives, signs of the time
Wait in line, aboard the horse-drawn carriage
Pressure, power, steam
Fuel for freight trains, packed with heavy loads
Rolling wagon wheel
Roll-on record breakers, ravishing appeal
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
monorail, children, education,
Form: Free verse
The coolest zoo to view
With an all-around great crew
The children are running
Tiger Mountain is stunning
Hear the tigers chuffing
See the parents huffing
At Bird World, people are pouring
To see the birds soaring
Take a ride on the monorail
Around the Wild Asia Trail
In the Children’s Zoo, oh what fun
To visit the farmyard in the sun
The Indian Gharials are basking
While the children keep asking
Little penguins are splashing
The cameras are flashing
The lion pride roars
And the snow owl soars
Ring tailed lemurs leaping
While the Fossas are creeping
A Snow Leopard on the prowl
A Gelada Baboon with a smile
Western lowland gorillas interact
While the Okapi families attract
Sea lions are flipping and diving
Zoo babies are growing and thriving
Monkeys are climbing and swinging
While their little babies are clinging
Categories:
monorail, animal, family, new york,
Form: Free verse
Vibrations of a visionary vivarium is a notion best perceived by a motionless cuckoo clock. Now carefully wind the handle and watch as the bird emerges to shout. Wow. Fantastic isn't it? It is a monogamy of a monorail that keeps a mongoose entertained. Wild whale whisking wafers. But a nice symphony orchestra could arrive to the tunes of the wind. And a charismatic pickle placed in a sandwich could charm even the most Kitagawa mitigated circumstance of an ancestral framework. Circumference then. Oh it is a square not a three dimensional triangle. Neither is it a robotic rhombus in a car held up in a roadwork. Roadside duodenal rhododendron. Pickle not a very small grapefruit then. Ha ha the cloud is watching television today with the storm. Hahaha oceans going to the cinema today. Hahaha eel pie with toasted waffle. *** anthropomorphic anthropology. Xxxx pathologically z.
Categories:
monorail, america, baby, bangla,
Form: I do not know?
Why this sound so lovely
it is so nice to me
it sings through my heart
I am holding my tears
I don't want these tears to fall.
I can't hear any words
but seems singing, so calm
Is this a music of nature
literally embrace my bosom
the way it rendered, hits me.
Different colors I can see
they are in harmony
walking together, no pain
even what colors they are
they are blind of colors.
This is the space, I need
not big, no size but free
available for all colors
no eyes seeing colors
just a beauty of peace.
Monorail. 200116.09:07PM.
Categories:
monorail, art, beautiful, best friend,
Form: Free verse
leaving here on a midnight run
my energy nervous for no reason
i think about the free breakfast that will probably be the nastiest thing i ever ate
i am walking the floor over the next set of plans
when the next day comes, my eyes are heavier than a working man's graveyard plans
yet and still a drive on inspired by the next anecdote and the next listening ear
arriving there on a midday monorail
Categories:
monorail, change,
Form: Free verse
A new transportation system operates in Mumbai these days.
It is finally up and running after a few costly delays.
It moves between Chembur and Wandala in India’s largest city.
See those modern railway cars move! Don’t they look pretty?
Citizens of Mumbai can avail themselves of this facility.
This monorail makes it much easier to travel through the city.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
monorail, travel,
Form: Rhyme
The Bronx Zoo has a monorail
I’ve ridden many times.
It takes you into “Asia”
And the natives of its climes.
Passing elephants and rhinos
It has shuttled folks for years,
As they’ve watched amazing creatures,
Safely sitting on their fears.
But last week, just as the monorail
Approached the tiger’s den,
Someone leaped out past the fences,
The most foolish of all men.
A tiger from Siberia,
Four hundred pounds and fierce,
Was upon him in an instant
And those teeth had lots to pierce.
The keepers came and saved the man.
The tiger’s life was spared;
It merely did the job for which
Its nature was prepared.
The jumper wanted to be “one”
With that majestic beast.
I guess he didn’t realize
He’d be viewed as quite a feast.
Though animals amaze us
With their beauty and their grace,
More often I’m astounded
By the crazy human race!
Categories:
monorail, animals, people,
Form: Rhyme