#riders
After a hard day of sewing,
And shrugging off aching bursitis,
Rosa Parks clutched her ticket
And claimed an empty seat
In the middle of a Montgomery bus
Rosa knew two things the
Driver 's brain could not process
When he ordered her to the back:
Her seat was hers by purchase
And she owned an unalienable right to it.
With courage as strong as her rights,
Rosa calmly declined to budge.
The officers who came to arrest her
Could never have dreamed
They were unleashing the storms of change.
Boycotts, trials, freedom riders followed
That re-opened the flood gates of freedom.
Pastor King called her the hero she was -
This work-weary seamstress
Who knew precisely where she belonged.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
I Ride the Bus
The Omnibus
The Bus of Dreams
The Bus of Travel
It Goes From Point A
to Point B
You can't ride the bus
without walking
Walking along in a Martial Stride
Clicking in my pocket an Altoids tin
Full of the tools of Life
Fire
Cutting
Key
These are the things a man needs to survive in modern life
Fire- The fire outside like the one within
Cutting- The tool to set things free from *******
Key- The entrance to a man's place of shelter
Carrying along my wheely case
Full of the tools of knowledge
Books
Tablet Computer
Paper
These are the things a man needs to learn better of himself
Books- The knowledge of humanity available at a glance
Tablet Computer- The ability to converse with the world entire
Paper- Ancient and Modern commodity of learning
Every weekday I Travel to the Bus Stop, Travel on the Bus
To my place of learning
And the bus is not only moving my body, but also my eager mind
And so, as I sit in the seat which has been sat upon a thousand times by a thousand butts, I think... "At least I don't have to worry about parking?"
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 2:18 PM UTC
#*They are the fierce writers
They ride on horses and write past you
They have rode on this earth before
And wrote with reed on various seeds
Armed with fine parchment and accoutrements
Meadows and the cemeteries
Their favourite haunts*#
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
the bull riders came
from near and far
to try and conquer
Chainsaw's elevated bar
he'd buck them off afore
the eight second crack
none would last upon
his awesomely built back
around the rodeo circuit
this bull had a legendary status
for beating they who'd do
battle with his feisty apparatus
the goading spur of rider
not disconcerting him
he'd show them that he
was ever potent in trim
of an immortal bovine
we'll never see again
so celebrate the elan
of Chainsaw's grain
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC
An old angelic poet went flying
one drab and tempestuous night.
Upon the clouds he rested
as the fallen angels were in his sight.
Whence all angel's were together
Serving their mighty God.
Now separated by good and evil
By free will the hellion hadst lost.
Their spaceships were ablazed
And their crown's they wore as king's.
Their wing's we're ivory crystalline
And their thunderous aura like electricity didst ring...
A trace of cherub dust they left behind in the sky
Telepathically knowing, today their wing's shalt fly...
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim riders, in the sky.......
Their countenance unearhtly, their eye's lit
Their batas all drenched by unseen blood.
Their flying hard to get those hellion
But they've lost one of their ship's.
Because it's their duty, to protect the all powerful God
They sweep by force in by million's, with lightning bolts as Rod's.
As the chariot Master's swept by the ghouls
The ghoulies calleth out their names,
The serpahim said to the ghoulies
Go back to hell from whence thou came.
And hellion its to late to changeth thy ways, thou made a bad choice..... So the Hellion's retreated, back to their doom of fiery noise....
Chorus-
Chariot's roll
Chariot's play
Seraphim rider's in the sky,
Serpahim rider's in the sky
Serpahim rider's in the sky......
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC