Short Busses Poems

verification to send soup mail is a pain in the tush ~ forsooth

counting fire hydrants, busses, bridges and bikes ~ no one in P S likes...

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imagination
peacocks and flowers
hippies and hippos
Volkswagen busses
dragons and witches

unicorns blue
faeries and elves
a Shangri-la
my happy place

cartooning
grandchildren
poetry

dancing
singing

art...

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The key to passion

Is just this:

There's NOTHING hotter

Than a kiss

Without it love

Has little chance

And nil, the hopes

Of true romance

If you're a lover

End-to-start

You know great kissing

Can be an Art

So hone your skills

At joining lips

It's MUCH more fun ...

Than sinking ships!...

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The road
It is a long highway
Trees on both sides.
I walk
No cars or busses my way
The road seems never-ending
Will I find
My approach to the little cottage
Also, happiness.
A vista opens 
A warm summer day
With my tribe
We understood the unsaid.
They look at me
From a hazy distance
Moreover, ask
What took you so long....

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silence silence not a word for me but a state of mind
eyes opened and ears listening I like the silence
of birds chirping and frogs croaking or was it geese
the busses passing my street I do not mind or children screaming joy
I enjoy but the damned music not of my choosing blasting your ego
thinking I want to share you are mistaken...

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Footsteps crunch the winter’s snow
Cold daylight has yet to dawn
Go they towards where busses go
With hopes of getting on
Huddled there in heavy garb
Snow’s ghosts stare ghastly masks
Casting sneers at who they are
Workers of the working class
Trudging towards another day
In winter’s dark torment
Again and again that way
Their working life is spent...

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Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


I remember orange busses
if I'm showing my age.
When Sudbury's fleet
was the best and the rage.

I remember them coming
while I stood at the stop.
They were bright, they were bold
and the colour went pop.

I remember them ending
when the day finally came,
when it seemed one was left
by the highway in fame....

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Lights dawning
Sleepyheads yawning
Babies crying
Mothers sighing

Coffee pouring
Busses roaring
Winds shifting
Debris drifting

Laborers hurrying
Rats scurrying
Teen-agers snoring
Alarm clocks ignoring

Stoplights blinking
Drivers unthinking
Airplanes arriving
Passengers surviving  

Tender hearts
Works of art
Lovers part 
A new day starts...

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I sketched you in my heart,
I inked you to my being,
You're tattooed to me my love,
Ingrained in my soul.

I know its so cliche' -
The very thing you detest.

But I put you there so you could never find your name written in my stars,
Thus never able to take yourself away.

I see you now in passing cars, busses and trains,
as they come and go my love,

Unaffected by my hurt,
Their purpose remains the same....

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People dieing all around
Children found in trunks unbound
For there I families I do weep
I hope in heaven there souls sleep
Giant buildings down come crashing
Airplanes into them are smashing
Subway trains and busses blowing
The face of death always showing
Terror alert condition red
I see their faces, all of them dead
Why cant all the killing end
Why cant all the bridges mend
Why cant man become as one
And let Gods will be done...

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Today the world is lived
             in meditation..
             We don't live to die ...
            Legs are not for walking
            steps are not to pass ...
            Osculation just to sigh,
            to dream deposited busses
            and received ...
             Arms are not for hugging ...
             Just to remember
             ancient embraces
             expanded...
             Memories
             sounded in the air ...!...

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