The lost art of queuing for the bus


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Many things have vanished in the mists of time
Books, plays, films and works of art sublime.
But recently vanishing without any fuss
Seems to have been the art of queuing for the bus.
Gone are the days when folk would stand in line
And politely get on the bus one at a time.
Nowadays it seems it’s quite impossible
To get on a bus without being pushed or jostled.
This madness starts before the bus has arrived
Passengers mingle ambiguously their plans devised
So when the bus arrives but before it thinks of stopping
They’ll be first in the queue due to their nefarious plotting.
Some folks watch from afar while others lurk near
But they are all ready when the bus is here
To quickly form a mob around its door
Not caring who gets pushed to the floor.
Bags, trollies and brollies are widely used
To get their owners to the front of the queue.
Children old and young begin to cry
As desperate bus boarders push them to the side.
Old folk tut loudly but are ignored
As the eager stampede through the bus doors
Even though passengers are still trying to get off
For this mob that’s no reason to stop.
It’s almost as if the bus driver has said
There’s a prize for who gets on first, alive or dead.
I’ve seen better behaved rugby scrums
That would act more politely when a bus comes
And I wouldn’t be surprised if one night
The bus queue erupted into a fight.
And those who are found standing last
Will be awarded a special bus pass
That allows for everyday of next month
To the front of the bus queue they can jump
But I bet even after all this fuss
They still fight to be first on the bus.

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Adopt a poet


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So if you are allergic to cats,
Or not allowed pets in your flat.
Or don’t want to stroke a goat,
Why not instead adopt a poet?
They are nearly all house trained,
And always willing to entertain.
Often full of deep deep thoughts,
With a heavy brow and posh talk.
They never leave the loo seat up,
Never slurp tea from their cup.
They eat whatever you give them,
And behave like ladies or gentlemen.
Of course they steal all your pens,
But it’s too late to complain by then.
As they’ve also pinched your paper,
For a poem they will write later.
And if they run out of writing material,
They will write anywhere it’s immaterial.
To them that they scrawl on the floor,
Or on your windows or on the door.
And don’t try to take their pens away,
Else they will get angry and say.
You’re a liar and a cheater,
All in perfect iambic pentameter.
What’s that your allergic to poets,
Well wouldn’t you know it.
How sad you can’t give one a home,
I hope it doesn’t have to be put down.

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I’m your unbalanced Valentine


Somewhere along the way my Valentine’s Day poem got a little dark.

bloody rose

I’m your unbalanced Valentine
My fist clenched around your rose.
Ignoring the pain of the thorns
While my hand slowly turns red.

I’m your unbalanced Valentine
Who’d love to have a drink with you.
But alcohol interferes with my meds
And clouds my mind with dark thoughts.

I’m your unbalanced Valentine
Who loves to post you romantic gifts.
Now I’ve learnt your home address
When I was stalking you last week.

I’m your unbalanced Valentine
Who loves you so much.
That I’d do anything for you
Like break my restraining order.

I’m your unbalanced Valentine
Unable to rest day or night.
Until we are at last together
Forever.

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Trying to understand love


As it’s nearly Valentine’s day I’m experimenting this week and next week with a “love” poem.

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Some search the internet for it,
Others have nothing but regret for it .
Anyone can lose their mind to it,
Sometimes you’re just blind to it.
Prudes are not proud of it,
The perverse get aroused by it.
The grateful nourish a spark of it,
The lost grope in the dark for it.
Weddings are booked on it,
Lovers seem to be hooked on it.
Diamonds are bought for it,
Duels are fought for it.
People are thrilled by it,
Others are killed by it.
Computers try to scan it,
Religions try to ban it.
The bold travel the world for it,
The content don’t care for it.
Some never want a part of it,
Others quietly lose their heart to it.
The hopeful look all around for it,
And many die having never found it.

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We are the Robots


I wrote a poem about my commute to work over two years ago, recently I updated it for an anthology but didn’t make the cut so I thought I would share it here.

commuting robot

We are the Robots.

In unison down the city street,
Pavement pounding to the beat.
March the robots the mighty crowd,
Marching steady, heads all bowed.
Robots marching on and off the trains,
Brandishing brollies against the rain.
Robots with I-pods and phones ready,
Marching forward, their pace steady.

And so easily I take my place,
Matching their robotic pace.
My feet so quickly find the rhythm,
Marching forward as if driven.
Because us robots can not stop,
We must march until we drop.
Eternally marching as if cursed
Forever and ever across the earth.

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Cake – remixed


Some time ago I wrote a poem about Cake, then I rewrote it for publishing in an anthology, after reading it again today I thought I might as well repost it.

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Cake

Cake will never let you down
Cake will always be around.
Cake never ever goes out late
Or gets drunk with its mates.
Cake never ever hogs the duvet
Cake always knows what to say.
Cake doesn’t mind your family
Arriving unannounced for tea.
Cake doesn’t pester you for sex
Cake doesn’t care about your ex.
Cake will help you lose weight
And thinks your new shoes are great.
Cake lets you see other cakes
Cake never ever wants “a break.”
Cake will never let you down
Pity there’s not enough to go round.

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