I walk along the tracks one day,
After overcoming measles,
I hear a sound that splits the air
From not steam nor diesel.
The sound only grew louder;
What one might call a whine.
I only smiled when I saw,
IT WAS A MIGHTY TURBINE!
[:D]
Yay
Here it comes
A Dash 9
Pulling a string of double-stacks
Didn’t you ever learn that poetry didn’t have to rhyme[:D]
Punch, brother, punch with care.
Punch in the presence of the passenger (passengare?)
Author unknown
American train why do they so you such disdain
They will not ride in your passenger cars, they want to rid their
towns of your ugly freight yards, they care not for the goods you haul,
while they run to the shopping mall, they forget the wars that you helped win,
while their stuck at the crossing by that stupid train again, you built this country
but noone cares, you deliver their cars and food and material wares, you go unthanked for all your deeds, not asking for much just your right to be, you run your trains day and night rain or snow cloudy or bright ,you go unnoticed thru backyards and woods, doing what it takes to deliver the goods, one day maybe they will thank you for what you do, but until then remember some of us appreciate you.
ok guys that was my cheesy railroad poem.
This thread is a sick and feeble attempt to rip off the honorable Edward George Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest!
http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/
This is about Peotry, so go on
To cry about fiction methinks your a moron
In English Class though didst sleep
Understanding the differences down deep did not sink
Please do me a favor and before you continue
To show us your lack of the English langue’
And remember this a thread about Poetry
Bad Fiction is the is the prose of Dharmon composity
We are dedicated to a different set of Woeitry
So look up on the web the meaning of “Vogon Poetry”
Then return to us with your tail twenst your legs
And share with us your dread verse, we beg
If this is beyond your mental capacites
Then please, please skip ths thread of verbal catastrophies
Did you expect to see this reappear?[8D] My turn again!
Feelings of friends, and happiness,
Feeling loved, and being well.
Feelings that are re-enforced
By its gayly ringing bell.
Thoughts of pain, and those of sorrow,
Thoughts of love set in the past.
Memories brought back to life
By its mornful whistle’s blast.
Time when strength was needed,
Times when life was rough,
Times like these are unearthed
By its solid chuff.
Stories of joy, and of gloom,
And when power reigned.
All these stories are brought to mind,
By the rhythm of a train.