on the bus
beautiful girl on the bus
guy that needs to be introduced to deodorant
guy asleep
girl that needs face wash
beautiful girl on the bus
beautiful girl
Aidan Keith
Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
6 comments:
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Hello Tharunya :)
hey there... :-)
Aidan puts the girl-face wash-deo-boy thread well, eh? So who did you meet on the bus? ;-)
beautiful girl indeed :)
I love bus and train and tram poems. Somehow this one came to mind, a friend found it:
Love
The boy at the far end of the train car
kept looking behind him
as if he were afraid or expecting someone
and then she appeared in the glass door
of the forward car and he rose
and opened the door and let her in
and she entered the car carrying
a large black case
in the unmistakable shape of a cello.
She looked like an angel with a large forehead
And somber eyes and her hair
was tied up behind her neck with a bow.
And because of all that,
He seemed a little awkward
in his happiness to see her,
Whereas she was simply there,
Perfectly existing as a creature
with a soft face who played the cello.
And the reason I am writing this
On the back of a manila envelope
now that they have left the train together
Is to tell you that when she returned
To lift the large, delicate cello
onto the overhead rack
I saw him looking up at her
And what she was doing
the way the eyes of saints are painted
When they are looking up at God
When he is doing something remarkable
something that identifies him as God.
Billy Collins
Heretic~ it wasn't me...
Blow~ Hello and yes..
Huckleberry Finn~Thanks for putting this here. I like the visuals in it...Very nice...
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