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Mrs Timetable Jan 2020
A mournful sound of a train
I’m not sure why
Makes me want to cry

Is it saying I’m going now
Like it’s saying goodbye
I might never see you again

Or is it saying i will be back soon
Wait for me
Don’t move

Pitiful mourning in the night
When everything is sleeping
Searing soulfully in the mist

Why does this sound
evoke emotion like this
I get up so it can speak to me

I grew up with it
It’s familiar to this child
A long comforting hug

Maybe it’s the strength
Maybe it’s the speed
Maybe it’s the a far off loud

A need to keep hearing
It's only a whistle
Holding in my memory
One of my favorite sounds
Louisa Coller Jan 2020
Emergency! Emergency!
My brain's siren blows!
We have to stop!
We must get off!
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
My brain will spin now.
It's just one lock,
Just rip it off.
No no no.

Emergency! Emergency!
I know it won't end.
My head screams die,
My hand grips tight.
No, no... No.

Emergency... Emergency...
The emergency stop is here.
If the train tips aside,
You could die...

It's better to be safe than dead.
I haven't been the best mentally but this poem came to mind.
My throat closes

Every single time

When I want to speak or let myself be heard, I close

I let others speak for me. In whistling tunes I found through the Tube or stories as told by those who live them

I find it is not my time to speak.

For only when I am utmost alone can I even utter a single sigh and still it displeases me of its occurrence

Perhaps voiceless to allow others the space they might need to be themselves. So why am I upset of it

Meek and meager
Never there when you need her
Your silence is louder than a train wreck.
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
She enters the gratification car
With Victorian lace choker
Porcelain décolletage
And phasers on stun
Don't worry lovergirl
You can't hold a candle to her
But you'll burn your fingers trying
Look at the front of her dress
Look at her passport
Look at how the aisleway clears
She's enroute to a foreign
Meet and greet
Tracking approval
With the shape
Of her sitzfleisch
The conductor has
No need of compass
For her ******* point the way
Once derailed
You can mock and stomp
'Til kingdom come
Until then save your pandering
For trips to the loo
You'll enjoy the ride
Far better if you pretend
She's your sister
And not the woman
Who gave birth to you...
Max Neumann Jan 2020
hook a buddy up my heart
is racing
trapped in purple drops of rain
my pulse has been pacing
like a golden train

we were spacing
out for five hours
my words became your worst
your worst became my words

listen to your inner voice:
nobody is without...
Sins are committed by everybody.

Regardless of skin color, moral values, beliefs, nationality, age, gender, ****** identity, welfare-dependency, wealth.

Fühlst du mich? (Feel me?)
Do you understand that?

It is never about stereotypes but about oneself.

Still, stereotyping helps us to survive in this weird world.

Are you brave enough to distinguish?

Today is a good day.

YouTube: "Bedrock Beautiful Strange"
Star BG Jan 2020
And I shall board my train of thoughts,
taking seat to observe grand visions
from eye windows.

I sit with deep breath
feeling the breeze that hugs,
as moment by moment heart expands.

Poetic visions are everywhere
inviting me to align
to its magnificence.

Verse is infused in passing birds
that cover view framed by clouds,
AND
mountain peeks that reach high to touch sun.

In music that plays
while flowered meadows blossom,
AND
stars twinkle to ignite consciousness.

Even in a thunderous sky
that releases rain to fill eyes
AND
houses that mosaic the landscape daintily.

Lifetime ticket I hold,
as train waits at station of mind
to leave at any time.

“All aboard,” whistle echoes
between ears that open wide.
“All aboard,” conductor writer guide shouts
while everyday provides adventure
and every ride becomes new poetic masterpiece.

It is a train I love to board,

As window displays mirror of my life.
As pen gets readied and time flies past the moon.
Inspired by Cat. Thanks  First poem of the new year
Nick Strong Dec 2019
Timothy looks away
Slightly disgusted
By those around
Flashing images
streak by
Gardens, yards
Car park
His breathing
Frosts the window
Sarah carefully
Places one ear pod
Into her ear
To listen to Handel’s 5th
Cameron looks
Shiftily down the aisle
For signs of
The trolley cart
That’s never on its way
Signs of passing stations
Shuttle by
Side streets
High streets
Cobbled streets
Timothy sighs
Opens a book
Pretends to be
Invisible
To fellow passengers
The train manager
Formally known as The Conductor
Announces
A delay due to points
Failure
Victoria
Wishes she hadn’t
Left Geoffrey
Last Tuesday
By the gas works wall
Lamp posts,
Telegraph poles
Fence posts
Flash by
A trainee
Train hygiene
Operative
Rustles a bin bag
And asks for *******
Thomas smiles
At the lady across the aisle
Who quickly looks
To the floor
Hedgerows
Sheep
Green grass
A tractor lazily ploughing a furrow
Sandra,
A mother looks embarrassed
Shushes, tries to smother the cries
Of her screaming child
Trampolines
Swings
Slides
Paddling pools
Rush on by
An old lady *****
Vigorously on a mint humbug
Whilst knitting in rhythm
With the motion
Of the train
Factories
Smoking chimneys
Industrial waste
Barren landscapes
Fly by
Terry
Anxious,
Gets up and shakily
Makes his way to check
That his case is
Still in the luggage storage
For the fourth time
Since The last station
Garages with rickety wooden doors
allotment sheds
Lock ups
Pigeon lofts
Pass by
The tannoy crackles
The announcement
That the train will soon
Reach the next station
And  
That
All passengers
Alighting Here
Be careful to take all belongings
And mind the gap
Over grown weeds
Wild rampant Budleahs
Self seeded trees
Glide past
The 3:58 from
Observational nonsense, on a train.
Olivia Dec 2019
I never feel more pretty than
When I stand, slightly swaying
With ***** in my veins
Diffusing
Swollen lips
And beaded with sweat
Waiting for the train.
Jayantee Khare Dec 2019


The thoughts, forming a train
travel down the memory lane
the mind, being the engine
the heart, fuelling it in tandem
^
crosses many stoppages
carrying the baggages
one full of hopelessness
other full of haplessness
one full of helplessness
and one carrying restlessness
^
the train keep revisiting the places
unloading the contents from it's coaches
the train is quite slow
at times stalls and refuses to go
^
the heart stays longer
mind tries to move further
many trips the train makes daily
the baggage being dropped consciously
^
the bogies are lightened
the mind is quitenened
the train is shortened
the world is brightened
^
the train, still makes trips
those places, it revisits
but quickly it comes back
to the track
^
with an attitude
of gratitude
the train goes on
and i move on....


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