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Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

Draconian measures promise to hobble future SEPTA transit riders

one of whom would be
this married sexagenarian,
who recently acquired
his Senior Fare Card
courtesy Trump's big beautiful bill
dog days of summer
will experience big beautiful chill
videre licet courtesy
slated budget cuts
intimating a worse fate
than getting root canal,
whereby militant dentist 
woulf blithely recount his days 
as oil rig employee 
when he/she uttered

POETRY ON TRANSIT BUSES

Not a slogan nor advertisement
Fair exchange
Commuters listen and wonder
Poetry words coming to life
The ride with readings from actual Poets
Poetry of all kinds sharing beyond compare
Moment in write of Poetry time
Through traffic of rush hour
It becomes the assemble
Poetry readings commuter sit
Inspiring and uplifting fit
Words that never quit
Discerning gift
Direct craft
Something never done before
Words after words no can

Whispers in Transit

Whispers in Transit

In the journey of our lives, we traveled far and wide,
On paths to various places, destiny is our guide.
She was calm, serene, with a humble, Godly grace,
From a service she had come, with peace upon her face.

We spoke not much, for words were few,
But actions whispered louder, a silent cue.
Her name unknown, yet

New Jersey Transit

stars & stripes banner
over police transit desk -
railroad sparrow hides

Jester In Transit

Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line

Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play

Yessing and noing    
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned

Freeing the moment
 the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts

(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)

Transit

.....Transit......
When the zombies call on you
And there's nothing you can do
You can run and hide
But time is on their side
Corpses crawling
You start bawling
Running too and fro
Where can you go
Cause their coming after you
And there's nothing you can do
Buy a ray gun 
But stay on the run
Hope your neighbors got your back 
Cause the zombies are

Transit Gloria

TRANSIT GLORIA
turning surreal
blooming
  imaginative
 yet vintage
& compelling in loftiness

an influx
 of euphoria
triumphal
  yet unbowed

such contemporary
 polemics
in
 joyful shrieks
an embellishment
to  reward & reinvigorates
yet
a contentious dream
  obscure & curious
in an
endless
 procession

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input

Angels In Transit

Death is a journey
that’s taken alone

Released from the tempus,
our spirits to roam

Death is a servant
indentured to slave

A Master beyond
—new Angels at play

(The Book Of Prayers: February, 2021)

Rapid Transit

Rapid Transit
By Miracle Man
August 30, 2020

My mind is like a playground,
where endless thoughts skitter rapidly.
Pining to be heard they appear unbound,
but few morph into words, to be displayed in ink.
When the bell rings and recess ends,
most vaporize, because they stink.

Stardust In Transit

she bathed in moonlight and smelled sweet fragrance

of rising promises where rain had perfumed the night

showered in dreams and magical stellar amazement

her soul cleansed in sprinkles bestrewn in in soft dew

when the dust settled she blew a fine powdered kiss 

and shared the blessed moment of unconditional bliss


17th June 2020

Stardust Poetry Contest

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An Outline In Transit

bemused
     at the prospect of life
a personal vision
             unashamed
                minimalist
              

Mass Transit

Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A truck to take them to the firing squad
A space shuttle to take them off world
A

December's Transit

Days stream by
  leaves on a river
Nights drag on
  hard frozen ground

Life's promise deserted
  barren branches
December's transit
  bound for nowhere

Mercury Transit

I noticed several telescopes
As I was walking by
Along the river; all were pointed
At the morning sky.

The reason? For a rare event
When Mercury is seen
In transit passing by the sun,
Not part of its routine.

It won’t be viewed again from here
‘Til 2049
When other eyes will get the chance;
(But certainly not mine!)

Without a telescope, I watched
A clip upon

Sic Transit Gloria

Sic Transit Gloria

 When I saw a picture of him
I remembered
 Well suited, 
hair combed back
Business like
He was smoking a cigar.
He had a heart attack
Greatly humbled 
He left the hospital 
No more cigars
No more whisky
Lost his hair
Friends gone.
He is old now 
Spend much time
In his pyjamas 
Amble to the shop
Buying goat milk
Sic Transit Mundo.

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