Bus Poems

To You STRANGER! If you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me
And why should I not speak to you

 Walt Whitman
 Find a pleasure; meet and know it. /That sensation is the seed/ for your orchard of beauty,/ bliss and becoming.
 Hey, Fat Kid!
 Kimberly Dark
The perfect poem is something/ crass and kissing, full of assumptions,/ is green and gamey, a field of chamomile/ or nettles, filigreed, and lit from within.

 Sheila Squillante
 I'm not flat and sly Like a spatula creeping up from below.
At most I am a heavy and clumsy pestle
Mashing good and bad together
 What Kind of Person
 Yehuda Amichai
In the west the falling light still glows,
and the clustered housetops glitter in the sun,
but here Death is already chalking the doors with crosses,
and calling the ravens, and the ravens are flying in.
 Why is This Age Worse…
 Anna Akmatova
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
 A Poison Tree
 William Blake
Will you walk a little faster said a whiting to a snail,
There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle, will you come and join the dance
 The Lobster Quadrille
 Lewis Carroll
The south-winds are quick-witted,
The schools are sad and slow,
The masters quite omitted
The lore we care to know.
 Ralph Waldo Emerson
Left hand, off land, I hear the lark ascend,
His rash-fresh re-winded new-skeinèd score
In crisps of curl off wild winch whirl, and pour
And pelt music, till none's to spill nor spend.
 The Sea and the Skylark
 Gerard Manley Hopkins
Awake! arise! the hour is late!
   Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
   And once departed come no more.
 A Fragment
 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,
Better than banking, trade or leases,
Take a bank note and fold it up,
And then you will find your money in creases!
 Epigram for Wall Street
 Edgar Allen Poe
How many masks wear we, and undermasks,
Upon our countenance of soul, and when,
If for self-sport the soul itself unmasks,
Knows it the last mask off and the face plain?
 Sonnet VIII

 Fernando Pessoa

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
 Sonnet CXVI
 William Shakespeare
Here pause: the poet claims at least this praise,
That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope
Of his pure song, which did not shrink from hope
In the worst moment of these evil days;
Here Pause: The poet claims at least this praise
 William Wordsworth
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
 The Second Coming
 William Butler Yeats
 When I ask you to remember,
you show me finches in a field.
You are filled with birds that startle,
won’t  allow me near.
 Memory Loss
 Sally Bliumis-Dunn
The world has no memory;/ the forsythia, persistent, perennial,/ naïve, bursts again into spring time,/ asks us again to believe.
 The Cutters
 Van Hartmann
I still don’t know my place. I cross against the red light,
teach Whitman and Doty, and love the awkward ones
who end up in my office, in black lipstick
and studded leather, insisting on beauty.
 Laurel Peterson
 If my lover were a comet
          Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
          In his hair.
 This Much and More
 Djuna Barnes
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time’s unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.
 Claude McKay
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,
And enters some alien cage in its plight,
And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars
While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
 The Heart of a Woman
Georgia Douglass Johnson
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight":
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Light.
 The Rubáiyát of Omar   Khayyám
 Omar Khayyam
It's not just me having difficulty breathing
as I hike up this mountain in high altitude.
A river I passed a mile back stopped
running, slowed down and started to walk.
 Kevin Pilkington
Sky dark as coffee.
You dress by TV’s blue glow.
Time to go, head for the bus stop
wait as day breaks pink and full of promise.
 Another Rising
 Linda Simone
The lights in my eyes wink at hers in the street
Luminous her desire, my surrender unconditional
We journey sitting still, rooted in place we fly
Do I know anyone who’s been burned by too much love?
 Fragments: 6
 Ralph Nazareth
I am from long sidewalks and the rush
of commuter trains, parks that roamed
the rind of the Long Island Sound, and
the flash of bicycle spokes in the sun.
 Susan Moorhead
Black  mellow  dark  beautiful  majesty
Black  mellow  dark  beautiful  majesty
I stared it in the eye
a wide and indivisible geography
Since then I am a doubt planting questions
The Black Bellybutton of a Bongo
 Marianela Medrano
 La majestad tersa oscura—negra—bella
Le mire a los ojos—geografía extensa e indivisible—
Desde entonces soy una duda clavando interrogantes
El Ombligo Negro de un Bongó
 Marianela Medrano
I'm nobody! Who are you
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish - you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

 Emily Dickinson
 'Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
 A Prayer in Spring
 Robert Frost
 Fear is a dark horizon
a stone wall against dreams
a levee against change
a chasm too wide. 
 Fay Stevenson-Smith