Return Of The Telegram Boy circa 1962

Sunday mornings of my youth flash back
White helmet, yellow gloves, motorbike all red
Delivery for the London Docks pier nine.
Deserted streets, silent, no traffic, nobody.
Pass high brick walls, windows set high,
Filthy dirty glass, the ruins made by bombs
Scar the dockland landscape of Limehouse,
China Town source of much imagination
Deserted on this Sabbath day of rest.

So here I stand, returning to my past
The Rotherhithe steps are all that’s left
With their tiled lavatorial walls
All else is new and vibrant, stunning.
Through Narrow Street to the Isle of Dogs
Unrecognisable, here the Thames becomes transformed
The sun sets on the skyline, the scene majestic
My memories fade in this picture of beauty
Autumnal colours, light the sky I am transformed

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poem by James Tipp
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You Are Asking Now For A Metaphor To Understand

i heard you when you said you find it hard to understand
my scribblings on the sand
words seem not to be related to the next word
illogical
not having a connection between their close distances

how can you connect a star to an ant
or an electric eel to a ladle
the sea to a cooking pot
something too far and something too near
the universe to a grain of sand
the wilted sunflower
to the screw of this motorcycle,

make the link, that is a challenge and you complain
i am just confusing you
there is no meaning to all these bickerings of thoughts and
anti-thoughts, you tell me

but let me ask you my friend,

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Born To Die

Life is too short now, to live it half way.
Im cryin for my cousin, who died yesterday.
He never had a chance, no, not to express his views.
I swear that hes leaving it, to the rest of you.
Oh he ...
Chorus
Lived his life of freedom, exactly the way that he wanted to.
But theres always that one thing, we never do count on.
You was born for it to happen to you ...
... oooo-oooo, oooo-oooo
Oooo-oooo
He was on a motorcycle, in a side car.
They was just outside of town, they hadnt ridden far.
Out to have a good time, on a bike they built.
How was they to know it, that night that hed be killed.
Oh he ...
Chorus
... oooo-oooo, oooo-oooo
Oooo-oooo
Oooo-oooo

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song performed by Grand Funk Railroad
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Astounding

Rusted metal in moonlight, orange. Monkeys can't hold it,
So they even are not worth good graces.
But who, friend, is? Motorcycle men towing old ladies,
flipping off those they pass in hatred and self-satisfaction,
Scream to be mocked, for the pomp,
Their absurdity as Camus' absurdity. And today, Whitsunday, meaninglessly, the tarantulas at the pulpit, experts in raking in dough,
Grab our soulless hearts, tug the strings of their pulpits.
Bankers are select money-grubbers, Who get off when they overfee the poor, so they can float in heated pools.
Oil concens drain your pockets as you refuel:
You are playing their fool.
And the journey you prolong unto death
Is to make the rich richer;
But bless their bloated suicide rates,
As they sit transfixed by Fox News,
Empty-headed, lily-livered, drunk with deep pockets.
Out for the honor of no one,
Not themselves either,
Because there is direct pay
Dearly in coming
Birth, stillborn,

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poem by Stan Petrovich
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Behind Your Motorbike

Your not so subtle
sagacious whims
cradled in brass knuckles
flummoxed
when you stripped
the callused skin
into a brusque
mad sea
of enigmatic
enthralls -
Have you seen
the albatross shuffled
its seaward compass
inveigled to your
thermal fan?

Where were you
behind the machine
that bludgeons
your words -

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poem by Norman Santos
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Little Lover

Saw you in the front row
Moving to the beat
(just movin and groovin)
Killed me when I saw
The wet patch on your seat
(wasnt coca cola)
Oh baby
I hope you liked the show
When the band said good night
I had to say hello
Chorus:
Little lover, I cant get you off my mind
Little lover, Ive been trying hard to find
Someone like you
Oh baby
You sure looked sweet
(cruisin)
A leg either side
Of my motorcycle seat
(just oozin)

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song performed by AC-DC
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At a utter lost in my own country (in answer to Kelwyn Sole)

I. Outside on the porch little bells dangle in the wind

Outside on the porch little bells
dangle in the wind
(a new expensive set that you have bought)
that we hear chiming even in our bedroom.

My eyes follow you while you
dress in a bathing suit
to plunge into the neighbour’s pool
and later I climb over the wall to join you.

You slice spinach, feta cheese, along with
mushrooms, onions and tomatoes with quick
chopping movements and everything
goes into a shining frying pan

and on the porch
we watch the setting sun
enjoying our meal

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Healthy Back Bag

animated bag of chips
amor dive bag
american eagle outfitters bags
ambag poly bags wholesale
american airlines bag limits
american beauty plastic bag theme mp3
amf bowling bag
aluminum tab weave bag
ampac tote bags
american trails atv bag
american tourister bonneville ii garment bag
alt ieri bassoon bag
almond flavored tea bags
ameribag shoulder bags
a mco saddel bags 1977
an enema bag for men
amulet bag book
analyse art falconers bag
amy butler sweet life bag
alto sax bag

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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Saturday Night's Alright

It's getting late i haven't seen my date
So tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of Winos
And my old lady she don't care
My sister's looking cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this town alight
Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
They're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a woman to treat me right
I could use a little muscle to get what I need
I'll drink a fifth of jack and scream out "She's with me!"

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Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting)

It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
'Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

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Dangerous

Pat simmons
Come on over baby got nothin to lose
Well you never get enough o those
Highway blues
Just another road to freedom and you know that
It aint no crime
Cant you hear it baby
Like thunder I know
Like the magic and the passion
Of rock and roll
Its like a harley motorcycle baby raging out of control
Danger up ahead of you
Comin up behind you too
Turn it to the left
Turn it to the right
Now you twist the throttle up
With all your might
Dangerous, thats why you love it
Well you like to drive fast baby
Slide up right beside me watch the

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song performed by Doobie Brothers
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Precision

The day you flew in perfect arc
from your motorcycle was the same day
I broke the perfect formation of your women
at the railing, leaving behind
your grandmother and mother, to run
and jump the fence. The stop watch hanging
from my neck, suspended between gravity
and momentum, swung its perfect pendulum.
All our motion was brought to conclusion
by your broken body at rest
on the ground. Your breath never rose
to the oxygen placed on your face
and your heart never rallied
to the arms pressing your chest.
You wore the perfect clothes:
the ashy grey of death.

At the hospital they said your failure to survive
was complete. Though I never saw
the neck you perfectly broke or your body

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Equilibrium (Revised)

Earache, perfect for a pity-party and this is
November's best time of year, holidays near
yet not too close to be over too soon, more
work on my desk for an exciting adrenaline
rush of challenge, but I need to feel sorry for
myself - keep all other disasters at bay

Heard a Doomsday prophet say infection of
the ear, even untreated tonsillitis, can lead to
death, the effect lost as we laughed unfazed
hearing such dire predictions, we don't mind
dying per se but rebel against slow decline as
in ageing with pain - aha -

Gout says I mustn't eat chocolate or sugar but
wholegrain alternatives mean vertigo and
nearly losing consciousness, now I eat
chocolates, delight in butter and full cream
milk with cardboard tasting rice cakes; and
Christmas is to be spent with my sister, sweet

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I Hope Youre Happy Now

Hes a fine figure of a man and handsome too
With his eyes upon the secret places hed like to undo
Still he knows who knows who and where and how
And I hope youre happy now
Hes got all the things you need and some that you will never
But you make him sound like frozen food, his love will last forever
Still he know what you want and what you dont allow
And I hope youre happy now
I hope that youre happy now like youre supposed to be
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me
Hes acting innocent and proud still you know what hes after
Like a matador with his pork sword, while we all die of laughter
In his turquoise pajamas and motorcycle hat
I hope youre happy now because youll soon put pay to that
I knew then what I know now I never loved you anyhow
And I hope youre happy now

song performed by Elvis Costello
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Moments Of Writing Poetry

Draft poems sometimes like
loose ripped off pieces of paper
to be drafted out roughly upon.

Draft poems hang around
in the strangest places waiting
to be written out one day.

Draft poems wait for a poet
to wake at the beginning of day
to be written out, in any
seized moments, sacrificed.

This is now time, shower time, eating time,
reflective time, conversation time, work time;
t.v. time, driving time, riding motorcycle time,
going to sleep time, cooking time, or any time.

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Racing to another world

One afternoon in Bedfordview, Johannesburg
we were leaving to go to a restaurant
and were in the parking lot at work,
when a black man on a bicycle
came down the hill
in Kirkby avenue,
pedalling as if possessed
and racing to another world.

He passed the motorbike
of a Links Pharmacy delivery man
and went as fast
as a racing bicycle could go
and at the t-junction
with oxford street
took a forty five degree turn
at great speed.

The man had a blazer on
and was still pedalling

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Hope You're Happy Now

He's a fine figure of a man and handsome too
With his eyes upon the secret places he'd like to undo
Still he knows who knows who and where and how
And I hope you're happy now
He's got all the things you need and some that you will never
But you make him sound like frozen food, his love will last forever
Still he know what you want and what you don't allow
And I hope you're happy now
I hope that you're happy now like you're supposed to be
And I know that this will hurt you more than it hurts me
He's acting innocent and proud still you know what he's after
Like a matador with his pork sword, while we all die of laughter
In his turquoise pajamas and motorcycle hat
I hope you're happy now because you'll soon put pay to that
I knew then what I know now I never loved you anyhow
And I hope you're happy now

song performed by Elvis Costello
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At Toni’s

Just before I want to drive
through the portcullis at work,
you phone me
and I have to stop
to hear
what’s on you mind.

The roar of the motorbike
makes that I must listen well
to hear what you say
and you want to go to Toni’s
and I wonder if you know
where the new precise are?

I have just cut through the traffic
and parked my bike beyond the house
when you stop at the front gate
and the barking of the dog’s tell me
to catch some speed.

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poem by Gert Strydom
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What Happened to Billy Ray?

As a matter of stature, this man is not very tall.
The stories he tells could fill a shopping mall.
Bill is a word technician in a local high school.
As an English teacher, he is nobody's fool.

Generations of students have learned at his feet.
They will not face the future being incomplete.
How many of us wished we'd had a teacher like Bill?
Thinking of my English teacher still gives me a chill.

Now Bill the Great also likes to fish from time to time.
According to him, his fishing ability is simply sublime.
He worked the worm like strumming a fine instrument.
The poor bass ending up on his hook was his testament.

I write this poem to honor a simple English teacher.
Oh by the way, he once was a country preacher.
Unappreciated by others, he left his current position.
Making more money became his new mission.

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poem by Manager Poet
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High And Dry

Two jumps in a week
I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you boy
Flying on your motorcycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
You'd kill yourself for recognition
Kill yourself to never ever stop
You broke another mirror
You're turning into something you are not

Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry
Don't leave me high
Don't leave me dry

Drying up in conversation
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing you could still make love
They're the ones who'll hate you
When you think you've got the world all sussed out

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