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The Talking Bus

The Talking Bus

A Poem by Redrascalstrawberry

Worthless buzz,
About the futile  ventures of life
Like the ever orating radio,
The switch on,
Signals retrieved,
Hovering the voices,
The babbles .
Encrypting the noises,
Blabbed by the furious people.
Reaching to every ear,
Hindering the gentle mind,
Soon their voices turn to growls,
Leaving the bus talking.

© 2012 Redrascalstrawberry

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I really enjoyed the grittines to this poem, the stacco rhythm of it suggests the confusion of noise , only ever capturing snippets of converstion. It has a harshness to it that conveys the grating of pointless babble on the peaceful mind.

Posted 9 Years Ago

That felt like a really terrible bus ride...

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Whenever a city bus passes me by, out of boredom or whatever, I look into the windows and I always see these sad, tired, lifeless looking people swaying on the seats...and I get this odd feeling of the bus being like a capsule full off...I don't know how to explain that. I get that same feeling while reading this poem. Great job! I could have done with some more solid parts, the sights or the textures, not merely the sounds... but either way,
fantastic work!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Feels like a true ride in a bus to me...

Posted 9 Years Ago

Reminds me of the magic school bus

Its ok but not as good as your usual

Posted 9 Years Ago

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this choppy flow fits wonderfully with this poem haha >.> this poem is a good idea of what every ride on the bus is like haha XD good job love

Posted 9 Years Ago

Buzz, school bus, sitting in the back. Cacophony and s**t. Brings me back.

Posted 9 Years Ago

All that noise does get people talking. We just have to check that the info being spouted is the truth. Nice write!

Posted 9 Years Ago

Makes me think of the busy lives that takes the bus to work or to home, all have different things to say, non so quiet. I'm not sure what exactly this is about, a bit of inside hint may help.
I like your way of describing the noises but I think I would understand and enjoy it better knowing what you really mean?

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on October 23, 2012
Last Updated on October 23, 2012
Tags: Poetry, poem



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