Monthly Archives: March 2014

PublicTransport PoeTry – #8

***** The Lion Who Came To Tea (Cas Meadowfield) This is a tale about reality not fantasy For a lion came to my home for tea He travelled north by rail, While he manicured his nails We asked him about … Continue reading

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What a year…

…and I’m five days late with this post, so in order to be precise, I should have named it ‘What a year and five days’, but that would probably have looked a bit stupid. Since five days ago last year … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #7

***** Rush hour shower (Andrew M) The i pod chants unto the wearer Sanctuary from an over bearer A kindle can save you from a starer In the rush hour shower. Bumping hips and bloodless lips White knuckled hands grasp … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #6

***** HOPE – For my country (Catherine Lenderi) Is it a ray of light that brightens your shadows? Is it a friend’s smile that warms your heart? Is it a lover’s “I love you” that makes everything better? Is it … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #5

***** Imprisoned Train (Norman Morrow) Upon surging waters of swelling tide, canopied beneath an azure sky, across the heads of swaying, sweating travellers, I yearn to see. Envious of the hooded man, draped against the window pane, beer slopping, from … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #4

***** The Waiting Game (Michelle Richardson) Life is like a bus stop – a waiting game, for sure. For when you think you’ve got it sussed It makes you wait some more. The traffic coming in and out can get … Continue reading

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PublicTransport PoeTry – #3

***** Snow (Cas Meadowfield) Warm coat, buttoned up to my chin, Feet pushed into Wellington boots, Woolly hat pulled down over my ears, At last I’m allowed out into a white World to play in winter’s gift ¾snow That still … Continue reading

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