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Socio-political Reasons Behind Transportation In Oz
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Socio-political Reasons Behind Transportation In Oz |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
There were no trains to Oz Until the tourist came and the debate over an airport Was settled by the fact Munchkins can’t reach The cargo hold to unload luggage But they could act as porters even when too far in cups To truly walk straight or make sense When they talked in their nasal way About the witches union or the way health care Was a rising expense since the pox Had infected nearly all the little tarts And thus the men Still here I stood Upon this yellow paved platform Waiting amid the chaos of little lives like my own Though none were cased in tin as mine Waiting for the scream of whistle announcing That Dorothy might be back Might descend the steps in her odd way Of tangled curls and cloth And see me smile I stood like this now Every day in wait for the jostle of crowd to subside While I checked feet for slippers rubied upon toes Wondering if when she came She would see through the hollow of my chest And notice how the ticked clock where stood Other’s hearts was an old gesture I held for reasons beyond those of sentiment Or of even love as is usual In this land of flying hordes And charlatans who with smoke and mirrors Often conjure up a glittering façade While bored and jaded children as we are Jeer to ourselves inside It is not time I think as I check the clock upon my chest Then twist the stem a half turn tighter Trying not to break a fragile spring that’s not seen oil Or the tender rest as might be given other Less mechanical toys not used for some semblance Of the heart I thought I must have The half that I missed I think a pint Straight 30 weight will do It’s warmed enough to flow easily within the warmth of sun And I could use the lube For these days now the train’s soot creeps within And I grow stiff to the slow of creaking joints There’s always The 8:15 And maybe she will disembark then With face aglow And the real reason for my heart Within hers ** so ends the first chapter of Dream Chronicles in Oz |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~I love this one~ ~smooches~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks ma'am.... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Other’s hearts was an old gesture I held for reasons beyond those of sentiment Or of even love as is usual In this land of flying hordes And charlatans who with smoke and mirrors Often conjure up a glittering façade While bored and jaded children as we are Jeer to ourselves inside amazingly true...this was another magnficant write...one of great truth, and loved the emotions it touched on...mine anyway...(warm smiles) this was truly beautiful... |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Melville may have been correct when, in Moby Dick (I believe) there is mention that True Places are never put on any map. This Oz of yours is like that. |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Double posted me reply....sorry Got disconnected in the midst of it coitus internetuptus ? |
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kasey191 Junior Member
since 2007-08-16
Posts 33Australia |
amazing. I cant wait to read the next |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
Capt Cpat, enjoyed your art here..giving oz an exit was cool |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~just brushing by this again~~~ wranx is right~~~Oz...is like that~  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks to you all... for dropping in on my madness of Oz... your kind words are appreciated... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Still here I stood Upon this yellow paved platform Waiting amid the chaos of little lives like my own Though none were cased in tin as mine Waiting for the scream of whistle announcing That Dorothy might be back Might descend the steps in her odd way Of tangled curls and cloth And see me smile Bittersweet... beautiful... brilliant!!! |
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