20/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
He stepped onto the bus in front of me
His suit freshly laundered by the smell
That was only just detectable under the cologne
He’d liberally applied that morning
He was sporting the designer stubble
That so many found utterly desirable
But I didn’t think it suited his face
And he’d have looked better clean-shaven
If I’d wanted to wager a guess at his occupation
I would have said middle management
Probably in a bank or other financial institution
By the way he carried himself
His voice carried all through the bus
As he talked into his earpiece
No doubt his constantly connected phone
Like an extra limb he couldn’t live without
I was glad to be getting off at the next stop
Away from his pompous attitude
And his overbearing presence
To go on my way in my minimalist peace
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Surely
23/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I waited by the bus stop
Watching the traffic lights
Cycle through from red to green
And back again
Around the intersection
Letting each set of cars
Move off to their next destination
Carefully orchestrated
To supposedly allow
For the optimal flow of traffic
But you can’t please all the people
All the time
And the occasional horn blast
Would break the steady rumbling
Of engines
And tyres on roads
That are long overdue for repair
Showing potholes and cracks
Faded lines and arrows
Not needed by drivers familiar
With the area
With the way the roads met
With the predisposition of trucks
To pull out of the servo
When they think it’s clear
Not seeing the motorcyclist
Coming around the bend
And swerving to miss
The 25-ton monster
That needs all three lanes
Just to make it out of the driveway
And continue on its way
Oblivious to the shaken rider
Who saw their life flash before their eyes
And had to pause
Momentarily
To suck in deep breaths
Before pulling up to the now red light
Near where I waited patiently
For a bus that is late again
Surely, it’s not that hard
To get the buses to run on time
I waited by the bus stop
Watching the traffic lights
Cycle through from red to green
And back again
Around the intersection
Letting each set of cars
Move off to their next destination
Carefully orchestrated
To supposedly allow
For the optimal flow of traffic
But you can’t please all the people
All the time
And the occasional horn blast
Would break the steady rumbling
Of engines
And tyres on roads
That are long overdue for repair
Showing potholes and cracks
Faded lines and arrows
Not needed by drivers familiar
With the area
With the way the roads met
With the predisposition of trucks
To pull out of the servo
When they think it’s clear
Not seeing the motorcyclist
Coming around the bend
And swerving to miss
The 25-ton monster
That needs all three lanes
Just to make it out of the driveway
And continue on its way
Oblivious to the shaken rider
Who saw their life flash before their eyes
And had to pause
Momentarily
To suck in deep breaths
Before pulling up to the now red light
Near where I waited patiently
For a bus that is late again
Surely, it’s not that hard
To get the buses to run on time
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