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Want your poem in the bus?

By johnboy - 17 December 2012 39

ArtsACT are calling for submissions of poetry to be displayed in ACTION buses in 2013:

Entrants can submit ONE poem with a maximum of 8 lines. Ten poems will be selected by an independent panel to be displayed on ACTION buses. Each winner selected will receive $500, and there will be 10 shortlisted poets who will each receive an ACTION Bus MyWay card credited with $40.

1. Entry is open to all ACT residents
2. Entries are limited to one per person
3. Entries should have a Canberra/Centenary/Birthday theme
4. Entries should be appropriate to be displayed in public spaces
5. Entries should be a MAXIMUM of 8 lines

The closing date for entries will be 5pm on Friday 15 February 2012.

Point 4 is going to be a problem for the better class of poetry.

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miz 7:33 am 20 Dec 12

I made up a ‘poem about Canberra’ once, for a competition on Mark Carmody’s breakfast radio show (about 8 or 10 years ago). Next thing I knew, chunks of it had been nicked by someone as their own – in particular, I recognised my phrase ‘Brindabella’s arms’ – and it was put on a sticker on the inside of a bus!
Message to that person – if you are submitting another poem this time around, don’t steal others’ work.

LSWCHP 12:36 am 20 Dec 12

Thumper said :

LSWCHP said :

O Glorious ACTION Moguls will you let me count the ways
That I can sing thy praises, tho I’m one who never pays
For your routes and your fair structures may be studly and magnificent
And I’ve not the slightest doubt that your salary is significant
But I’ll give it to you straight, with both barrels (LOCK AND LOAD!!)
I don’t want to F*CKING wait, on a frozen Canberra road
For your bus again. So I’m driving.

Now I know that some people will be inclined to dump on me for that last line which is totally out of meter, but somehow I kinda like it. 🙂

Poetix? You da poetry boss round heah. Whatchoo think, woman?

This is truly a masterpiece of understated yet real angriness that emerges somewhat as an expression of hopelessness adrift in a sea of misunderstanding within a paradigm of desperate impossibility, yet transmogrified to give an overall sense of inconspicuous consumerism latently lying deep within a western styled subconscious that manifests itself as to some sort of wanton yet deliberate randomness in the universal sophistication that one perceives to be an integral part in the schematics of bus scheduling.

Or something like that….

That’s the most accurate, clear and concise analysis of my poetry that anyone has ever supplied. I’ve never had my poetic Schwerpunkt quite so precisely tickled (if you know what I mean), and I really believe that you’re getting where I’m coming from, bus-wise.

This is stupendous!

Madam Cholet 12:20 pm 19 Dec 12

DrKoresh said :

milkman said :

Madam Cholet said :

I’m on an Action bus right now. It’s 28 degrees outside, and about 45 inside the bus. I don’t feel much like writing complimentary poetry about anything. Why the frig are these buses still in service?

It’s public tranport, not a limousine.

Atleast you can open a window on those old ones, which you can’t on the phallic looking green and white ones (the air conditioning does nothing for the humidify and the stench of 45 sweaty people), not to mention they actually have decent seats. Seriously, why didn’t you open a lumping window instead of using your smartphone to bitch on the internet?

IPad actually, but I won’t hold hat against you.

And, you numpty, all the windows were open and I was at the back to make the best use of any incoming air, but unless you are doing about 100km down the Monaro, there’s not going to be a breath of wind getting in those badly designed windows.

Thumper 11:28 am 19 Dec 12

LSWCHP said :

O Glorious ACTION Moguls will you let me count the ways
That I can sing thy praises, tho I’m one who never pays
For your routes and your fair structures may be studly and magnificent
And I’ve not the slightest doubt that your salary is significant
But I’ll give it to you straight, with both barrels (LOCK AND LOAD!!)
I don’t want to F*CKING wait, on a frozen Canberra road
For your bus again. So I’m driving.

Now I know that some people will be inclined to dump on me for that last line which is totally out of meter, but somehow I kinda like it. 🙂

Poetix? You da poetry boss round heah. Whatchoo think, woman?

This is truly a masterpiece of understated yet real angriness that emerges somewhat as an expression of hopelessness adrift in a sea of misunderstanding within a paradigm of desperate impossibility, yet transmogrified to give an overall sense of inconspicuous consumerism latently lying deep within a western styled subconscious that manifests itself as to some sort of wanton yet deliberate randomness in the universal sophistication that one perceives to be an integral part in the schematics of bus scheduling.

Or something like that….

astrojax 10:53 am 19 Dec 12

Thumper said :

I’m afraid I think that I’ll never see
A bus as beautiful as the 333
That departs from Belco in the morning
To arrive in Civic as the sun it is dawning

is this in your anthology, then, thumper?

i wrote a piece some years back about the ‘half a beast, that three three three’ – yours is more succinct. [and mine is more than eight lines, so not going in here.]

has anyone else noticed the drivel that is currently ‘poetry in action’? many offerings here – unsurprisingly, with the talkent lurking! – are superior.

Thumper 9:26 am 19 Dec 12

I’m afraid I think that I’ll never see
A bus as beautiful as the 333
That departs from Belco in the morning
To arrive in Civic as the sun it is dawning

poetix 11:44 pm 18 Dec 12

LSWCHP said :

O Glorious ACTION Moguls will you let me count the ways
That I can sing thy praises, tho I’m one who never pays
For your routes and your fair structures may be studly and magnificent
And I’ve not the slightest doubt that your salary is significant
But I’ll give it to you straight, with both barrels (LOCK AND LOAD!!)
I don’t want to F*CKING wait, on a frozen Canberra road
For your bus again. So I’m driving.

Now I know that some people will be inclined to dump on me for that last line which is totally out of meter, but somehow I kinda like it. 🙂

Poetix? You da poetry boss round heah. Whatchoo think, woman?

No, no, no. Poetix, she be adoze. Noted slam poet ‘John’ can do the critickling. From now on.

LSWCHP 10:39 pm 18 Dec 12

O Glorious ACTION Moguls will you let me count the ways
That I can sing thy praises, tho I’m one who never pays
For your routes and your fair structures may be studly and magnificent
And I’ve not the slightest doubt that your salary is significant
But I’ll give it to you straight, with both barrels (LOCK AND LOAD!!)
I don’t want to F*CKING wait, on a frozen Canberra road
For your bus again. So I’m driving.

Now I know that some people will be inclined to dump on me for that last line which is totally out of meter, but somehow I kinda like it. 🙂

Poetix? You da poetry boss round heah. Whatchoo think, woman?

wildturkeycanoe 10:32 pm 18 Dec 12

My bike is broken and after I’ve woken I see I need a new bearing,
It’s Saturday morn and I could have sworn that parts from Fyshwick will start my repairing;
The Action 905 off Osburne Drive gets me to Westfield one minute late,
Then the nine eight zero arrives like a hero after a boring one hour wait.
At Newcastle and Isa I somewhat surmise, and this isn’t just a hunch,
That after making sale quick I see my whole trip has already taken me till lunch;
Finally home in the sun around half past one, a realization fills my head,
If you haven’t got time, in the bus to read rhymes, best catch a taxi instead.

Note: I can’t believe I just stayed up till 10:30 to write this dribble on a whim…..
I need a life.

DrKoresh 9:45 pm 18 Dec 12

milkman said :

Madam Cholet said :

I’m on an Action bus right now. It’s 28 degrees outside, and about 45 inside the bus. I don’t feel much like writing complimentary poetry about anything. Why the frig are these buses still in service?

It’s public tranport, not a limousine.

Atleast you can open a window on those old ones, which you can’t on the phallic looking green and white ones (the air conditioning does nothing for the humidify and the stench of 45 sweaty people), not to mention they actually have decent seats. Seriously, why didn’t you open a lumping window instead of using your smartphone to bitch on the internet?

milkman 7:50 pm 18 Dec 12

Madam Cholet said :

I’m on an Action bus right now. It’s 28 degrees outside, and about 45 inside the bus. I don’t feel much like writing complimentary poetry about anything. Why the frig are these buses still in service?

It’s public tranport, not a limousine.

Jethro 5:25 pm 18 Dec 12

In one hundred years
Will I still be here waiting
For my bus to come

Madam Cholet 4:33 pm 18 Dec 12

I’m on an Action bus right now. It’s 28 degrees outside, and about 45 inside the bus. I don’t feel much like writing complimentary poetry about anything. Why the frig are these buses still in service?

Devil_n_Disquiz 2:48 pm 18 Dec 12

The wheels on the bus go rou….

Never mind.

poetix 2:28 pm 18 Dec 12

Is our Glorious Leader going to have a go?

astrojax 2:09 pm 18 Dec 12

DrKoresh said :

100 years,
is but a drop in the ocean,
compared to the time spent waiting at the bloody bus-stop.

gets my vote – even over poetix’s excellent lost haikooooo [i’d throw money; if only i had some]

DrKoresh 2:04 pm 18 Dec 12

100 years,
is but a drop in the ocean,
compared to the time spent waiting at the bloody bus-stop.

thebrownstreak69 2:04 pm 18 Dec 12

Canberra! A place that sets my heart a-throbbing
While out in fair Fyshwick girls’ heads are a-bobbing
It burns through my eyes and my ears and my brain
Like a brilliant but fictitious light-rail train
When I see public servants run in fear ’round the lake
That they’ll lose when they bargain their public-purse take
I scream as I cover my eyes and my ears
‘Cos the timetable’s changed 18 times in 4 years!

poetix 1:42 pm 18 Dec 12

And here is my attempt at worst possible effort by a person who should know better:

Penis owl
eats every pigeon –
lost high coos

Thank you. Just throw money.

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