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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?
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
GREYHOUND BUS STORIES BEING AN ACTUAL STORY
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?
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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)
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Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
The Joy of Ultrasound!
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
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
November Amazon
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?!
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Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
Anatomy of a bad day
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?!
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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.
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
"And the Demons path ways; As the Angels took charge"
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.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Transform
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
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Letters To Violet / 22 /
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.
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:09 PM UTC
Christmas Swallow (Sonnet)
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.
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Peace | Meditations
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 ...
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Our American Drivers ...
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.
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Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Memorised!
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.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
DIXIE BAYOU GREYHOUND BUS AND ME
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
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
Misgiving
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 !....
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
Song in my Heart
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
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
The Horsemen
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.
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Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
The Flight
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.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Serene Love of all Seasons
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...
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
Only you
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
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Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
Tis Most Piercing AFTER Midnight, Naturlich
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.
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
A child of Then
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.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
HONEYMOON ON THE POLAR EXPRESS
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.
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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...
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Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Train to Resolution Island
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)
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
The Lost Cause!
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
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
A Song In The Air
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;
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
Detour Heart