The spider ran one way,
And I, the other.
—
Sophie Lucy Morgan, aged 10
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Aye, I missed the bus.
I missed the number 86.
It roared off just as I
Arrived, panting, at the stop.
The stoney-faced driver
Must have saw me running
As he drove off.
That’s the story of my life,
Missed buses, missed dreams, missed men.
They always roar off on seeing me,
Just like the number 86 bus.
—
Tiffy Witherington.
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In the cold edge of night
That draws on the city
In the shape of a fog
Broken only by cars showing their horns
In the fury of seconds being lost
On their way home
In a charmless artless formation
That calls out for love
A thousand times more real
Than the death of a poet.
—
Marie St. Denis.
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another fucking boring night.
___________________________
another fucking boring night
walks its whitestar-lamp way
& drags its iced-canal moon
across the bitter streets
to an empty bus-station
of rolled-up newspapers
covered with dog-shit
under hungry looking flats
pleading for my pocket hands
to strangle their grey
breathneck of concrete.
& I loll here
sod all to do
but to scare
passing chicks
with stiff-cock leers
until dawn car-rumbles
over my lonely mind.
another fucking boring night
yawns upon its signpost street
& walks away within
its own cloak of
repeatious nightmares
dragging dead eyes into
its dole-Q arms,
& dead mouths
into its hateful
shadows.
—
blackie fortuna.
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note: just had an eMail asking me to put some of my Lord Pineapple poems here, ones that were once published under my real name. WILL do Saturday.
Comments (48)
I loved the bus stop images, and then I read…
“In the cold edge of night
That draws on the city
In the shape of a fog”
yeah
ryc: naked woman yesterday/naked guy today, just trying to keep all the readers happy…
I think I missed the bus .. a looooong time ago.
Thank goodness I don’t take the bus anymore … too many weirdos!
In all seriousness though, this is a wonderful assortment of poems today.
“In a charmless artless formation
That calls out for love
A thousand times more real
Than the death of a poet.”
very dramatic. i wish i could borrow your talent for a while just to feel the taste of a real poet.
i love another fucking boring night as well.
i envy you.
‘Another fucking boring night’ is most excellant, I must say.
I’m so intrigued by Tiffy….she seems like a blooming flower in a concrete world…
And that line about the death of a poet in the other poem…very nice.
I love Tiffy’s poem. We have all been after that elusive 86 bus …………
the middle one hit the spot for me.
The good thing though about busses and men is that if you wait 5 minutes….another will be along …lol Im enjoying your site alot. Im going to go and get better acquainted with your writings. Have a wonderful day.
ah Tiffy laments i am surprised lord the bus she missed wasn’t 69 very nice “another fucking boring night” we can all realate to at least the title if nothing else magi
i enjoyed the first one. reminds me that i miss things a lot… they just go over my head.
well said, capturing the sad and lonely and the coldness ….
I have missed many buses! But that is life! May have been for goood reason” something missed can be something gained ” if one takes advantage of the misshap. Thanks for visiting ! That was the first time I have ever answered those silly traveling questionaires ~probably the last. I like to read a good short story or poem. Thanks! thoughts through the looking glass.
Karolyn @-}-}–
i don’t ride a bus.. so i don’t have to worry about missing one. lol
love the last one! Lots of those kind of nights!
Dear Terry,
You recently posted a comment on WhenWordsCollide alluding to the fact that you are “too distant a poet”. I certainly wouldn’t say that. Each poem is a heartbeat on the oscilliscope of life, and your “lives” are filled with poetry of the most amazing sort.
At times I tend to be a bit maudlin, what? But your pieces are all excellent, both technically, and emotionally, whether or not you acknowledge the fact. I enjoyed the “blackie fortuna” poems in the previous post, and also “another fu**ing boring night” above. Tiffy’s is my favorite of these, esp. the line “missed buses, missed dreams, missed men”, and I had a bit of a laugh at Sophie’s spider poem.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
I hate spiders, too…love it.
hmm.
straighten the pictures? how do i do that?
It’s much scarier when the spider comes after you!
Ahhh Sophie, I commiserate! I often put cups upside down over spiders, My hubby finds them in the morning and deals with them then.
I sit here at my computer. For some reason my keyboard is no longer acting up all of a sudden when before now the spring seemed broken in my space bar…. My mouth is still open because even though I know you are one of the best poets I have the privelege of being acquainted with, I often forget just how goddamned talented you are. Thank you for reminding me with this ecclectic bunch. Another fucking boring night is so amazing but I must admit that I love them all and don’t want to choose one over the others to be my favorite. It’s really very astounding how you can organize words into little miracles like this.
un FORTUNAtely i have had many fortuna nights thank you lord ~ for reminding me ~ beckon/angel
haha, i liked the humor in the poems, the 1st and 4th one cracked me up the most
Great writings.
The spider running away on his eight legs is funny.What kind od spider was it? probably a jumping spider.
The second one , could be that he was lucky to miss the bus, especially if the place is Iraq or Israel.
Blackie fortuna again, angry style he? a kind of jazz writing?
Well, thank you for the compliment. I’m glad that someone respects my work for reasons other than their own stupidity and inability to make anything creative for themselves.
-Jos-
ryc: no worries ~ jack
You have talent, but more than that, you have a soul that is thirsty, yet you pour sand into it. Friend, I know you understand ‘religion’ but deny the Christ as Lord, search the scripture and be believing and not ‘dead’ it is of course our only hope.
To open their eyes, and to turn them from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto God, that they may receive forgiveness of sins, and inheritance among them which are sanctified by Faith that is in Me. Acts 26:18
Paul stood before the ‘powers that were’ delclaring Christ buried and risen, one said “Paul, thou art beside thyself. . . .” Another said, “Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.” The latter better off? Head assention, no salvation for either, at least not recorded in Scripture.
I think I identify most with Sofie’s poem. I hate spiders.
aww poor tiffy…but i know just how sophie feels; i have an immense fear of spiders
Yep. The nicknames do have deep meanings behind them …
The missed bus … *sigh* … story of my life.
~ X
yippeeeeeeee i hate spiders..too
glad to hear we get some of lordP’s next
Thank you for the bawdy picture taken in Skegness and the church in Boston. It made me “homesick” for England. Also the picture of Lincoln where I went into the Minster. What a lovely cathedral. Then the Roman wall. In Lincoln I had my first crumpet and Dot taught me how to put on the clotted cream then the marmalade. Lovely.
I need to read one about being mentally and physically exhausted. You write so well….ol Blackie, he gots it right….
I like crumpet!
I miss Sophie…. awww damn bus 86….
Boring night? No, after your poem, it no longer is boring…. Its fabulous
Hope you’re having a wonderful week ahead,
-Elle
Spiders…eeek! Busses are not that popular here, but I’ve both caught and missed my share of them.
memoriesofwastedpotential
I guess I am more Sophie than any of your other personae. although, before my anti-depression med I could get to be more like Tiffy at times. Or even Blackie. So many variations—–one for every mood!!
These are 3 very different and very profound poems. I like them all. I am very partial to Tiffy.
Thanks for your comment on my serenity piece. I have been so short of time lately that I have not had a chance to blog or visit. I need to get back into Xanga. I appreciate the people who are remembering me.
well penned !!! I like all of them !!!
ryc: i hope things will get better again for you !!
The Blackie ones make me laugh I must have a different mind to those who moan about the language. Mind you most of yours are good. I thought 3 headed Sarahs had died I must look Cheers marj
I wouldn’t run from a spider. I’d want to keep a very close eye on it to make sure it would stay put and not get into places it doesn’t belong or where it might get killed unnecessarily. Peace.
The story of my life, missing things.
Excellent poems! Blackie Fortuna’s is exeptionally awesome.
Peace.
I found you on Google.
I remember Blackie Fortuna from a long while ago. And I’ve also been thinking (dangerous thing to do while driving at the same time) how superbly you go ‘out of your personae’ not by pretending to be someone else…have you ever acted on stage? Somehow, this is a gift that I think the charismatic actors have. Which is why I asked.
Cannot keep up with all your brillance…I do so love your style of reality