Want your poem in the bus?

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 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!

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

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