Short Cabs Poems

Traffic on avenue,
CROWDS flock to subway station,
yellow cabs hustling....

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Sue’s bad hair day, ripped dress, tight shoes, drop rings,
parents share our cabs, fluff vows,
cold lunch, wonderful night...

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as it came down
no cabs around
i jump
and ran into a lump
it was a lover bump
it was a good thing
and love pain
WE WERE
LOVER IN THE RAIN...

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ugly lights don't cry,
taxi cabs drive fast
thru puddles of rain.

I wait for my demise,
no breathing is required
in a sensual death....

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"I ran behind a bus", said Ben,
“Saved a good five dollars again”.
“Oh fool!” dad exclaimed,
“My son, I’m ashamed.
Chasing cabs, you could’ve saved ten!"...

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How automatic things will be in future
The thoughts lead me to a dazed stupor
Cabs driving on their own
Pizza delivered by a drone
Humans scarce, we’ll talk to self or computer...

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NOW AND THEN

Nothing has
changed in
Times Square.

Still bustling
for cabs
or hustling
the pedestrians.


7/7/21     Picture This 2 - 7 Lines Poetry
               Joseph May
Chosen Image:  #2...

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buses cabs subways
how I get around
no subways are here
so buses will do
for six days a week

cities subways
when I am there
cabs cost too much
subways are quick

hitch hiked some
younger days
now buses

bus fare
one way

stop...

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never followed a course
my life could have been worse

received sarcastic jabs
and rode plenty of cabs

called many names
and played some games

when all is said and done
and my life's almost gone

judge my actions
no distractions

my heart was always pure
though my faith wasn't sure

evil and good
my neighborhood

What's waiting after death?
I won't fear final breath...

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sit down and sit
until it happens
but her mind is
on playing in the
rain with a yellow
umbrella

she gets carried
away with the
wind and in
her mind
she is
flying

so far above
that the cars
seem to be
ameba as
do the
cabs

yellow cells
following the
city's blood
stream
streets
but

the red
green and
yellow signals
trigger in her a
Christmas tree but
she still hasn't gone...

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The water’s gray and so’s the sky
And all the buildings passing by
As well as cars and people’s clothes – 
The gray’s contagious, I suppose.

Yet two exceptions pierce the gloom,
Intentionally, you’d assume – 
The yellow of the school bus fleet
And taxi cabs with fares to meet.

Though just for fall, some golden trees
Join forces on these yellow sprees
To brighten up a dismal day
When (mostly) everything is gray....

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Daniel JR search where do the wind goes 
Well you do
I want a kiss from you 
Twice softly and sweetly Mon Amour 
How will your father coquettishly do  
Came in if you have a chance, something pops up- thanks for trying
Cabs are yellow silver and blue
White Grey as your Eyes
Be good no lies
Us is Us 
Yours Heart Mine Is 
Be,
There's no fines for
AMOR
only in mailing
I am stuck on thy beauty
and classy Catherine SR nurturing 
All Lucky
All...

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. for public domain

I know her through the cheap hellos,
shared taxi cabs, subways below,
strolling in the fresh fruit aisle,
shared bench for lunch, a sidewalk smile,

but not like I knew my sisters,
their blistered toes, and bathroom woes,
heartaches from a stolen kiss,
and sorrows from our dead parents.

We old neighbors have been pleasant,
civil, helpful, ever present,
with eyes where joy is often absent,
lives and love somehow misspent....

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nostrils filled with the asphalt rain 
sewer systems and whirlpool drains 
shadowed sun downs by one oclock
flashing lights and city cops 
wailing sirens in traffic rush 
taxi cabs and commuter bus 
when will all the chaos stop 
suicides from building tops 
drive by shootings hit and run 
abondonded buildings home for some 
underneath the neon lights 
murder death kill records heights 
when will all the madness end 
a vicious cycle starts again....

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More coming
That's what he said 
In a brief exchange
we had this morning
More than eleven thousand
of them scattered in the city
Commissioned to drive taxi-cabs 
for the rest of their lives
More coming
He speaks with disgust
And intense anger inside
As if he was waiting on orders
to carry out a brutal slaughter
More coming
The holy month  intensify  his rage 
But he held his head down 
uttering strange sounds
hundreds of them with eyes fixed 
on the barren ground....

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An hour ago
At the embassy
Fleets of steels sighing
Protracted protocols prying
Exodus of seekers of greener pastures murmuring
Hanging hangars rusting and resting
Busy bees bullying deterioration
Officials posses with officialdom
Cabs crowing
Heads heavy with thoughts
Eyes lacerated with tears
Wives in sack-cloths
Sympathizers gulped down dry gins
As the blue bird landed from the air,
The remnant of his remains
Descended from above
Musa,
Butchered in the street of London

Awoh Awoh...

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