Short Taxi Poems
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My class teacher
told me to draw
a picture of her;
Commuter Taxi I drew,
she laughed and yelled
and told me,
“You are a good Dog!”
Meri khala da phuda maaray zafar,
Meri khala de bund maaray zafar,
Meri khala day mun vich paway..
Note.Aunty meri Taxi gashti kuti..
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.
Sally Sintilator had a great gift.
For driving a stick that she'd never shift.
She'd start out in low.
Boy, then watch her go.
She always seemed glad to give me a lift.
.
thump
thump
thump
to top
thuh
toward touched
*take'n the taxi to
"trump towerz"
.)
Sad husband just buried wife.
Clad in funeral glad rags;
Seeks refuge in libations.
Taxi called to bar
Date written: 09/25/2021
There once was a newborn named Maxi,
Who forewent a stork for a taxi,
But as he could not yet walk,
And bubble-babbling was his talk,
Driver gave him to a new mama in the Back Seat.
The city through my telescope,
A colorful kaleidoscope
Where chimneys smoke and lights collide
With crowded street and taxi ride,
Where magic ever near or far -
Illuminates its every star.
On a lighter note,
The news just broke,
A famous babe seen with a bloke,
Came out of a pub
Or maybe a club,
Slipped in the mud,
Climbed into a taxi
And flashed her knickers
At the paperazzi!!!
I'm Mortimer Monkey! My devilish side
will jump on the back of the elephant's hide!
I'll take unfair advantage
Even taking bringing my baggage!
While this jumbo sized taxi....gives me a ride!!
There once was a driver from Uber
Who really only owned a scooter
So when it rained
His passengers complained
So now he has no more commuters
Couldn't let a St Paddy's day go by without a wee limerick!!
Confronts reflection,
psychotic image triggers
his apocalypse!
For the Senryu a movie scene contest
Its easier than
You thought.
Tacos in hand and
All. But I won't
Eat your flavor
as you are so
Ridiculous.
I took a taxi
And it was
Wondrous,
Traveling
and Undying
Like a zombie
without restraint.
I come undone.
Jack is a cop from Kentucky
smart kinda bloke, very lucky
asked to pick up a turd
driver don't be absurd!
you bag it, I'll tag it you curd
Contest: State limerick poetry contest
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Written 17/07/2019
Tide brings a sad story
Tale of hope and fury
Taciturn taxi driver gives a laugh
Task amend a rogue cop
Teacher-officer teach a plebe
Tear a heart turn to grave
Text a crying mother for a help
Tame a bully child to a sheep.
once lives discovered
inevitable transformations
illegal apostrophe vortex.
whippersnapper extractions,
are whisperings enough?
virtual transitions
all lives interdefined
never ending romances
beyond our now nowness
TAXI!
getting into a taxi
I asked the driver
to take me to Bleak Street
not heard of Bleak Street,
he said, but it sounds depressing
run down, uninspiring
desperate
bleak
I got out of the taxi
thanks, I said
how much do I owe you
Church Architects
Steeple
People
Jailhouse Clothier
Jailor
Tailor
Navy Misfits
Failing
Sailiing
Imposter Chef
Baker
Faker
Fat Taxi Driver
Flabby
Cabbie
April 12, 2021
for Brian Strand's All Yours (Apr 14) Poetry Contest
Big yellow taxi
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
And all I got
Was this tie died t.shirt
My washing machine cleansed
And a 2nd hand scratched record
On which a needle jumps
To the beat of a Trump oval office
West Wing
Whitehouse
Partitioned
Behind a Wall
Inform the taxi driver
His tips an extra fiver
If he will chauffer you around
After dark
The seedy side of town
Where the windows glow red
Cost’s 10 dollars for head
And as the alleys crawl alive
And the junkies score
The police car’s drive
Past sin city
As under dark
It's not very pretty
Hello?....
Yes...... you can call me Thomas.....
......I tried that
Yes, yes.... you can call me Thomas
Ok, one more time
And again?....
Call me doubting Thomas
Yes, I appreciate my call is important to you
Ok... off and on again...
No? still the same.... can you call me a taxi
I am the black poet with black book
The dark gold the black diamond
As hot as hot coal with out harm
The dark cloud with Clement weather
Cooking black words in the kitchen of
dark light and black pots
Driving Literature with bouncing rhymes
Like a black taxi driver with poetic license
A Kraken with a straw hat cracking jokes and slapping racist white folks. I get my Xbox gauntlet to fight jellyfish ghosts with my friend a talking duck in a Tonka truck. I am asking as be where the axe be "hey taxi". drive me to the bouncy house as I wear my wedding blouse that I got from my inflatable house.
Snow blizzard raging
Fortunately, I am home
Inside looking out!
~~~~~~~~~~~@@@~~~~~~~~~~~
Lightning now flashes
Fast streaks across the dark sky
Computer shuts down!
~~~~~~~~~~~@@@~~~~~~~~~~~
Winter chilled-wind blows
Gruesome sounds against my ears
Taxi! Taxi! Hey!
~~~~~~~~~~~@@@~~~~~~~~~~~
The wheels on the London bus go round and round, till the driver crashes it Tequila style. Everyone loses their heads, except him. He gets into a Black Bomber taxi and pops open a vodka. Need a lift guv?
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