Sorry, We Caught The Wrong Bus

I was catching a bus home this afternoon, as per normal, after my walk down Pakington St. However, mistakenly I caught the wrong bus !! I looked up, and I did not see the sign. In the long process of hopping on a couple of different buses, I eventually found my way home. During my time of the extra bus trips, I came up with the words of this poem.

Sorry, We Caught The Wrong Bus

 

Is this the air I breathe

A misty haze out in front of me

Is this the sky I see

A big smoggy Vee

 

High in the mountain plains, flowerless, without bees

Miles of burnt-out wasteland and no trees

Beyond the eroded soils, there’s the earth’s oceans

Mercury settled deep, with a topping of dead fish by the millions

 

Is this black bitumen I walk on

Long oily tar, rolled out by the ton

Is this real water I drink

Manufactured I sip, on my knees I do sink

 

Mother nature, please forgive us

We did not know, sorry, we caught the wrong bus

 

Ivor Steven (c)  2019

 

 

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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  2. Lol !!! Have a nice weekend Ivor!!!

    Joke: Deaf Mute on the Wrong Bus

    A woman gets on a city bus.

    She looks at the driver and holds up one hand; the driver holds up two hands.
    Next, the woman points up; the driver points down.
    Then, the woman grabs her breast; the driver grabs his …… .
    Finally, the woman grabs her butt and gets off the bus.

    A curious passenger asked the bus driver what the odd motions were all about.

    The driver explained, “The woman is a deaf-mute. She asked me if a bus ride is five cents, and I told her it was ten cents. Next, she asked if the bus was going uptown, and I told her it was going downtown. Then, she asked if the bus was going pass the milk-farm, and I told her it was going pass the ball-park.”

    The passenger interjected, Okay, but why did she grab her butt as she left the bus?”

    The driver continued, she replied “Oh shit, I’m on the wrong bus!”

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  9. Sorry it wasn’t the right bus, but you got a right-good poem from your adventure! 😉
    Home again, home again…that’s what matters. 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…a few years ago I got to hear Terry Sylvester (of The Hollies) sing some Hollies hits! It was a fun concert-night! 🙂

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  16. I love the Hollies, Ivor. I was a sophomore in high school when that recording came out. They were one of my favorite bands. But your poem was sad. And the last two lines are a sentiment I have a feeling we’ll all be feeling for years to come. (sigh) Well said, my friend. ❤

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