"enroute" poems
In the distance, I see a Hound bus cruising down the country road
The stretched out Greyhound dog in front of the bus with look and behold
Now watch as numerous stories unfold
I hear a Greyhound Driver narrating his tail of his stories surrounding the hound bus
I will narrate a couple for you
Our story starts in Topeka, Kansas enroute to Kansas City, Kansas
The bus left on time during its usual run schedule
However, the weather started getting rough
Driving in the wind and rain made it really tough
A Tornado could be seen in the distance destroying everything in its path along the farmlands
Yet that Greyhound bus steadily kept moving
But the fierce violent winds were blowing
Suddenly, the Greyhound bus got a lift
Up in the funnel of the Tornado the Greyhound bus went far from any drift
However, a miracle took place, and the bus was slowly let down gently to the ground
The Greyhound bus remained in tacked and nothing but praises in God’s thanks was the sound
This is my account of another story
I was travelling from New York City to San Francisco, California
It was a vacation being a 4 days journey and New York City back
We had just crossed the Nevada state line being a rest stop
A Young Woman went into labor on the bus
The Driver was counting the contractions, but we all knew what was going to happen
This was supposed too be an 30 minute rest stop, but turned into a 2 hour rest stop
Luckily, the bus was near a major hospital nearby, and an ambulance was summoned
The EMS carried the Pregnant Woman on a stretcher off the bus and her Boyfriend (Husband) followed
Later, the bus pushed on, and I arrived at my final destination ahead of schedule into San Francisco
Another story tail
This time I was travelling to Los Angeles from New York City
We stopped in a Ghost town
There were tumbleweed flying everywhere and shutters were hitting all the houses along with wind blowing
Yet, there were no citizens in the town
Meanwhile, it was 6:00 AM in Arizona
Suddenly, all the passengers wondered who was coming aboard
But everyone was thinking thriller oh my Lord
A Male Passenger boarded, but spoke Spanish
He was drunk and wanted to sit with anyone, but passengers refused
So he had to go to the back of the bus where the restroom was
He talked from the time he boarded until we arrived in Los Angeles
So Greyhound is more than a ride, it became an adventure
Stories upon stories
Go Greyhound with its own storyline
The venture being the bus, but no need to fuss
Greyhound is the American Frontier and that involves us
What is your Greyhound traveling story?
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
The Joy of Ultrasound!
Drink a lot my dear they said.
As fluid made a picture.
Hazy imagery.
Heaven's own creation.
Echoes bounced, as picture back.
Beautiful image as yet unborn.
Sitting in a darkened room.
Seeing normal limbs.
Marked out four chambers.
Cordant
Brimmed with love.
Infiltrated full with blood.
Organs not of music.
Silent as in-vitro.
Visualised a photograph.
Captured on the screen.
Un petit-fils enroute.
Ma fille elle-même une petite fille.
Life anew.
Enters my world.
Due on the 4th of April!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
Like some wind, she roams freely
Polishes dusty stones, among which I'm truly
A free bird, wanders in the vast blue sky
"She will halt eventually", it seems a lie
Like Enshrined Enchantress Now All
An admirer of beauty, and indeed a beauty herself
Infatuation, eventually develops
Those beautiful eyes and the irregular smile
Occupies my imagination, every once in a while
Love Eternal Enroute November Amazon
Words were never, and won't ever be enough
Soon the weather will come, one that of sneeze and sniff
Though seemed, it wasn't so
The love was, is, and will always be true
Life Endures Empowered Nota-Bene All
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Woke up this morning with a screaming headache
It’s 6am and I have to be at work by 8am
Feeling like I didn’t get enough sleep but have I ever?
Say a short prayer, that should make it all okay
I clean up as fast as I can,
but not without hurting my gums while brushing
Maybe once I had something to eat, it would all be better
Opened the fridge and the crate of egg falls off, Hol’up
I wanted scrambled eggs but not in this manner for sure
Aaahhh, I need some tea even though coffee would be ideal
But I did run out yesterday. Sigh.
Water’s boiling and I’m trying to get some of it into a cup
But the kettle cover falls off and the hot water spills on my hands
Burning me; today surely isn’t my day is it?
Tea’s ready, but I’m running late now, so I’m taking it to work
Got into the car, humming a feel good tune and sipping tea
Returning the cup to the holder now and again
Then I hit an unfortunate gallop, and the tea spills all over the car
It’s exactly 7.30am and my whole day looks like the mess in the car
I get to the office, couldn’t clean up the car, traffic enroute, made sure
I was more than 5 minutes late; I sign the register before the lateness line
Is ruled; something relatively good yeah? Yeah?
I’m walking to my office door, and somehow the key to my office breaks as I’m
Trying to open the door, no kidding.
They say they will fix it later and I pitch in one of the other empty offices
I’m on my desk, slow day so not much to do
Loud crashing sound, I’m awake and hurting on the office floor
Cos apparently I dosed off and fell off my chair
It’s not until break time and even more, the absurd amusing gazes I’m getting
That I realize I’m wearing different legs from two different shoes colored differently
And of cos my pants got torn at the back from the fall earlier.
Imagine how I looked and to think the day was only half spent.
Where could I have possibly gone wrong today?!
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
And the demons gathered, robed in darkness; making enchantments- casting spells
And the night screamed loud- tears flowing pass
telling all what the shadows says
for out of the night, came a strange howl- eerie and uncanny
But the Demons hovered nearer
as the stars shined on them
meandering with deep glitters;
they cast a spell- forcing all men
to sleep in the dead of the night
and they sent nightmares of terrors,
to all mankind- inducing sleep paralysis
And the moon lit the dark skies,
with the shadows hunting men
still the Demons gathered,
making a wish; an evil wish
setting forth a journey- as they hover-fly
flying through those oikon trees,
hovering in one accord above
with their black robes floating
But they missed their pathways;
Embarking on a mixed enroute
Then the Angels flew in,
obstructing their responsive stimuli
the Demons attacked;the Angels subserve
In the midst of the turmoil,
The Demons pathways
they fly away; with all they had
The Angels took charge; breaking seals
And the Demons fell down flat
all with broken wings
The moon light comes sharper,
illuminating all sense of evil out of the night
Angels; with their signets breaking spells
And the heat was felt; as the Demons strengths gave way
Angels took charge.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Breaking down, through, and out,
Wings spread to the sky,
With no rescue enroute,
Fetterings left in a sty,
Where I once called home.
Scraping, stretching, yearning,
For worlds yet to roam,
I can feel my past burning,
As I pull myself through,
For a dream I once had,
In a vision that only I could view,
While others felt me lost, or possibly mad,
This false life will never be enough,
Living in the shadow of another’s dream,
I will cast myself out into the rough,
Out of the fire, and into the stream.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Was driving
To shivaraathri manappuram [1]
With idichakkas [2]
To meet you
One day.
Enroute
To a vow made one life
The two chakka dumpkins
Their smug demeanor
Drove me to chuckles.
Like guys
On a global tour
They
Waved buddies bubye
Babbled on
To the jackfruit trees
On the boulevard
Singing “salaama salaama…”
The jackfruit rap
Boisterously.
I was beside myself
With laughter.
The exertion
Exhausted my cheeks
I stopped near a shop
For a cigarette
Saw there,
Two packets
Of fried chakka chips
Among other snacks.
My chakka dumpkins
For you
Overwhelmed them
They broke into tears
They recalled
Their haughty ride
In a car once
Singing salama
A festering past
That throbbed with
The agony
Of getting torn to shreds
Of getting fried crisp
In boiling oil.
The chakka dumpkins
Were dumbstruck
They stopped singing
And began to cry
Looking upon their sisters
Sister, you have forgotten me!
An utterance from Khasak
Muffled the scene.
Sad at their plight
I held them close
My chakka dumpkins
For you
Forget it honey
Forget it dear
I patted them
Trying to stop their tears.
The chakka fries
And my darlings
Continued weeping
And wailing.
I smoked a cigarette
Went to them
And whispered in their ears
That I am consigning them
To you.
They laughed innocently
Showing their gums
They bid adieu to
The sisters
Promising
They would meet next life
I felt like
Laughing
And crying.
Laughing
And crying
I sang
Salama, salama
Salama….
Translation : Shyma P
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Soaring little swallow, what do you see?
Enroute to Bethlehem from Nazareth,
love’s silhouette, encasing holy breath—
a pair of weary travelers, but three.
Awestruck little swallow, what see you now?
Angelic chorus singing Peace is here!
as shepherds shake in sacred, wondrous fear,
then rush to find a babe and to Him bow.
Resting little swallow, can you see more?
Great star shines brightly ‘gainst the darkened sky
while newborn Light breaks through an infant‘s cry—
God‘s brilliance swaddled, cradled, helpless, poor.
This babe you see in livestock manger lain
created you and does your life sustain.
Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
Rings of light lowering from the skies I called my faith Godly and A universe is birthing somewhere; Transporting peace into this world everyone else infidel. Now I going extinct Dinosaurs in There! Ant-eating stick,
I emerged have divine rights to pillage all.
A galaxy few light-years away, A tool-making ape. And gave the Shoreless ocean knocking the heart. At this very moment, life first
key to St. Peter and walked, walked That I locked away behind a
door. peered at
the firmament of stars. Bequeathing hopers,
A light called forth and I walked forth A supernova ***** all light. memories down epigenetic lines. out a mollusc to the future But peace was alive all along. An arc. Epic. Exodusish. enroute a transcience
called man; Now
in the fear of a mushroom There is a God.
Too bland for our Tossing around in a centrifuge. clouds, she graces
the world in taste, lighting all hearts in peace-fires. Giant wheel. Merry-go-around. her dome-shrines dotting the wide
shores. And now
we like them, deranging conflagrations more.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
The harried life of truck driver ..
An eye witness account of kinetic America
Of supercell thunderstorms , Winter blizzards
The lonely byways of Texas , Oklahoma
Blue ridge mountains of Kentucky and West Virginia
Cornfields of Ohio , Shores of North Carolina ,
the turnpikes of Florida and Pennsylvania ...
To roadside eateries , bob-tailing at six a.m. ..
To family gatherings , special occasions minus a hard working
provider in the picture , running hot , enroute to Baton Rouge and
all points west , trying to make a decent living ...
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
I think I'm in bits.
Believe I'm in pieces.
Tumbling love sent via tornado's breath.
Fell in the gutter.
Pre-drowning I splutter.
No vile words can I utter.
You warned me.
So did thee feed me pre-cursor to a demise of dancing.
Dancing in idle-wild in rose garden.
Beat got lost enroute.
Wild child of 50.
Who wants to die alone.
Never to feel a satin touch.
The feel of silk upon your skin.
Stroke the hair of angel.
Teased between gentle fingers.
Maybe the sensation lingers.
Maybe the book of face broke.
Expression missing.
Time to toughen up.
Not be soft and sweet.
Be a mercenary *****
They say all's fair in love and war.
I wage no wars.
Just won't care.
Will be a wicked witch.
From here on in.
Now I start.
Here I begin!
Livvi Kent 24/09/2013.
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
I boarded a Greyhound bus leaving from Downtown Nashville, Tennessee
Destination being anywhere
Yet the Greyhound bus and Smokey moving on the Dixie line being just fine
It will be many stops enroute combined
Perhaps at a nearby bar, I will sip some wine
One could hear the Dixie blues sound
Then an added flavor of western in the background
It was those Greyhound bus blinking headlights along the way
As I leaned back in my seat to recline
I saw my whole life unwind
It was my years growing up in Tennessee
A small farming town in miles for all to see
Yet that Greyhound bus pushed on refreshed and not needing a yond
The Greyhound bus kicked up the road dust
Getting anywhere to a final destination being a must
That Greyhound bus greeted the sunrise being another day
I’m miles down the reckon road
I have been your guide and just call me “TOLD”
In a few minutes, my Greyhound bus will be turning around the bend
Any destination will be asking where have you been?
I covered over 200 miles, and it means our journey has come too an end.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
At helm while directing
in a muddle I seem lost
Caught in sort of vortex
my own demons I accost
A belief in old prowess
subsistence still directs
Belying any of the doubt
enroute which interjects
Almost at a tethers end
with upshot not in sight
The day brings new hope
each night begets a fright
Every jab at my foresight
pierces my real zest anew
To trudge upon unknown
and walked by far and few
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Reflect on the flowers that highlight the Earth , the fire in a lovers heart ...
Bread upon the altar for poet and poetess that passed before my time ...
Pray for peace , hope eternal and love for all mankind ....
Place my remains upon a pyre fueled with yellow Pine .....
I pray that my ash and smoke , will ride upon the Eastern Wind .....
Over cotton field and pecan grove enroute to tranquil sea...To be carried over Blue Ridge Mountain , sorghum field and meandering creek ......
Over man made impoundments of West Point , Allatoona and Lanier .....
To Columbus and Albany , over peanut estate and cornfield , farmhouse , silo and pond......Through Apple orchard in Ellijay and peach orchard in Locust Grove ... Through grape , muscadine and scuppernong arbor in McDonough , Monroe and Braselton ....Over Panola , Kennesaw , Blood and Stone Mountain....Across Chattahoochee , Flint , Savannah , Alcovy and Ocmulgee Rivers ....To be born , grow , flourish and love.. To mourn and to pass ..Over Georgia .. Forever !....
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Me thinks the end of the world is enroute.
Can't see the horsemen yet,
all I see currently is four *****
carrying *****
one named Putin,
one named Cam,
cam- ***** that is,
the third portent carrying Obama,
number four is one huge ***
it carries the fighting factions of Palestine and Jerusalem,
upon it's breaking back.
And along comes Mr Reaper,
In robes of black,
he has eyes,
he sees,
he speaks,
words in tongues,
he's waiting in the wings,
he's defying his good friend war to come and play.
Together they pen poems in history books,
together a treaty writ,
declaring the end is nigh,
The books will be lost in night skies,
They may still be diverted if the imbeciles,
stop, look and listen,
to one another,
with a gentle ripple of commonsense
The reaper,
well,
he may still be turned away until the time is right!
(C) Livvi
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
No flat filet of anchovie
Is half so snug as you and me
Packed oh so cozy, close and tight
Tube-travellers on a Southwest flight
Tucked in a soft reclining chair
We breathe the keroscentic air
Peanuts and cheese-nips for a feast
Cuisine de Southwest, flying east
With nearly nothing on our plate
Let's use our near-starvation state
Creatively, for we can fly it
As an impromptu enroute diet
Charon the captain of our flight
We jet across the Styxian night
Yet hopeful that beyond the gates
Some bona fi-de' food awaits
Airline Infernal ! Flight Eternal !
Scribble, scribble in your journal
Never, ever go again, with this mechanicien
No more the lines, no more the crunch
But if you just must; pack a lunch.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
Serene love of one but for all,
Light of sacred thoughts enroute to places unknown,
Winds unleashing sweet memories in winter,
Like trees mind may appear,
Mountains we may call our imagination,
Words are random and so do our thoughts,
Nothing is permanent, love of all seasons is different like these lines,
Complete yet not eternal.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Like a grey shade to a shadow, a dead heart in the meadow
with loneliness I cuddle, enroute desolation and it's a hurdle
am crawling through a place where lies are true
where my tears brew for I might end up with one who isn't you
trying to slay this longing for a place s'one else's belonging
it's like roaming in a cold rain when the hail is storming
am a cold cloud wafting through a dark sky
a breathless lung aching to have a sigh
You're my breath, only you can set me free of these chains
It's like forcing sleep in hope of appearing in another's dream
for you're half empty, and only they can fill you to the brim
only you can touch my skin and erase the thoughts and pains...
Only you...
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
Um, ya, trains again.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCMXVI)
The train lo, half past midnight, whistles thence
In passing through dead silence none else hail,
Its rumble seeming muffled in betrayl,
As all lie wrapt in slumber for intents,
My sleepy notice--what is't? Why's from hence
Sae poignant to hear that? Am I in frail
Excuse long on the empty platform's stale
Reminder dreams have fled, where hope's pretense?
O wherefore does the train's voice 'non bestir
Is that...my soul? like I aught hearken to
Its call as if I want a ticket--fer
Which landing is it hence? Or does it cue
Cuz all's a journey--I've ne place here, poor
Though trying e'er to "fit in," enroute to You?
27Apr19b
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
I lay down on my living room floor
Convinced that the world would end.
A crisis off Cuba with missiles enroute.
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
A lady in pink with blood on her dress.
A President shot in the head.
I remember where I was exactly that day
for I am a Child of Then.
Police battle Blacks, Watts is in flames
Protests rage on without end.
King is dead at the hand of a bigoted man
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
Camelots heir sought to bind up the wounds
Then Sirhan Sirhan shot him dead.
Bobby bled out on the kitchen tiled floor
for I am a Child of Then.
Asian girl running, naked, on a dirt country road.
A Viet Cong man shot in the head.
Fifty Eight Thousand names on a wall
Yes, I am a Child of Then.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Polar being real cold
Solar feeling the warmth of love
Engine Steam is seen pumping in the distance
The name comes up being the Polar Express
It has always been involved as the kids train
But that can still remain
But there is another side of the Polar Express
Get yourself comfortable, and have a cup of hot tea or wine if you prefer
It was a cold winter night when the snow was falling heavy and the winds that blew
A couple who wanted to spend their honeymoon in the North Pole
North Pole of all places
I guess the couple wanted to be the first one
After all, it has never been done
So it was leave the car at home, and hop on the Polar Express
The Polar Express Train 101 is scheduled to depart Awakenville at 10:00 pm
The couple names were Joseph and Mary
No relation to the biblical, but this couple was certainly the actual
So Mary and Joseph were finally aboard the Polar Express 101
The Conductor announced all aboard as there were other passengers that had boarded as well
The Steam Engine puffed its smoke and the wheels started to turn
The Polar Express was moving on schedule
The train was decked out in all Candy Cane
That is what all the passengers actually saw
As the train was cruising, the passengers marveled at the dazzling streaking colored sky lights
Mary and Joseph nestled together to keep warm since the Polar Express was a cold train and it was two hearts that remained
It would be an overnight ride arriving at the North Pole at 7:00 am
We the Polar Express did just that
There were so many events moving enroute, it is hard to keep track
In fact, a melody of love of a song,” Love in the air, my heart doesn’t compare”
But now that Mary and Joseph, they are ready to disembark from the train
Next destination being the North Pole Paradise Hotel
I guess you are wondering how did they get their?
They didn’t walk nor hail for a ride
It was a Big Pretty Horse Shield ride, and of course a Driver was provided
Arriving at their Hotel oasis, the Honeymoon can now begin
But it surely was cold at outside
So the couple sipped on wine while they dined
The honeymoon continued in the snow
No the warmth of love didn’t was sure not to go
It didn’t the melt the snow, but surely romantically set the scene
Mary and Joseph went into a never ending interlude you know
But that is the story all in its glory.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
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...
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Lost Cause!
Put the lost cause in the garden.
Forgot to put on it's leash.
It ran away.
Evaded capture.
It made the great escape.
The lost cause danced in doorways.
Lit up with purple blaze.
The lost cause had a party.
A solo party on it's own.
It was enroute to the back of beyond.
Once again it got lost.
It didn't have it's bus fare.
So it asked a crazy chick.
The chicken wasn't interested.
Cause, he didn't have a ****
She chucked him fifty p.
The lost cause hopped upon the bus.
It took him out to sea.
A large wave came over.
Washed over the lost cause.
Right over his head.
Left him on the beach at dawn.
Where once again lost cause was found forlorn.
Poor thing!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
I’d paint every leaf back
Pluck every vibrato piece of string
Catch a falling star enroute to earth
And cut Newfoundland fog
Just to hear the same old song once sang
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Take me inside you is what he pleaded
She took him to the guided tour of her heart instead,
enroute he met the grieving edges, the bruised corners and the blood spilling plastered walls
Dreaded and bewildered he left only to disappear
smilingly she locked her heart thinking about his unkept words;
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC