Short Railroad Track Poems

Down the railroad track
Through the countryside of trees
In a luscious place...

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i was born in a shack
by the railroad track
i wasn't alone
it was our home
no doudt it was the rout
yes i was
BORN IN THE SOUTH...

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i was born by the railroad track
where woods or stack
very few people around
its a small town
my mind is in time
it just rome   this i can say
the
SPRIT OF BEING HOME
FOR THE HOLIDAYS...

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it near the hiway
where we uese to play
it was in the south
no doudt
and old house
with no mouse
close to the railroad track
it was home we carry own
fill a love rack
OLD SHACK

i...

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i come from a small town
no to many people around
many lover was around
we had no money
but honey
it was hot to trot
we had to unload
that bets you could get
it was
RAILROAD TRACK SEX...

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i was born in shack
by the railroad  track
in the south
that was the rout
racist i had to face
it was a a bad place
i knew  repect i've get some
i had faith
that a
CHANGE WAS GOING TO COME...

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Daisies came courting
I gave them a whack
Next was a bum
From the railroad track

I chased him off with my trusty broom
“How will you ever find a groom?”
My mother chastised me high and low
“I’m not looking for one,” I let her know....

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You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant
You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant
Climb right up, ride on her back
Take you 'bout a mile down the railroad track
You can get anywhere you want
On Hannibal's elephant....

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It's easy to know which way to go
To find a place I care to know,

Merely follow the railroad track 
The one that calls 'clickety clack'
And trail it to anywhere,
I know a place, it's over there,

Where the sign points 'Interlude,'
A place of peace, of quietude,
Strangely though, except for me
I cannot sense tranquility,

Maybe, I'll just stay my roam
Where gratitude is peace of home...

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Out there on the edge of town
Lies a crumbling railroad track.
I set my feet to running,
Too late for turning back.

I left my love behind me
in an irrigation ditch,
I caught her with another man
So I up and shot the witch.

Now the hounds are chasing me,
My race is nearly run,
With nowhere left for me to go
I slowly pull my gun.

The barrel is cold against my head,
Eternity is near.
There’s just the sound of thunder
Exploding in my ear....

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Don’t you see the lamppost black?
Down beside the railroad track.
It’s there, I know, I have seen it!
Many times, I’ve seen it lit.

It does come out in the night.
It is not there in the light.
Go down by, and see it there.
Oh, go on! This is not fair!

You laugh and say I am wrong.
Go on back where you belong.
Leave me be, with my lamppost.
But say! Let’s have, one more toast!

A toast to you Lamppost Black.
Let’s drink it all then go back!...

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A photo of my past reveals a pattern
Like a stroll that one would unfold;
Like a one-way forward railroad track,
Portraying rather interesting facts and
Saying to all that, usually, I did not go back.

Unlike God's creation, it was not 'all good';
Nor does it show that every assignment was finished.
By no means was I in any way tarnished and diminished.
Although hard, tiring, and bruising, I learned to strive.
The sunsets inspired me, and sunrises moved me ahead....

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I stare at the blues and oranges of the world
refusing to be pressured 
there is such beauty in everyday things
even the railroad track signs 

how many people have gone past this site
without seeing any of it?
how many people have cried tears here?
can they be scooped up and reused
or are they forever glued to this crossroad?

a car honks
impatience wants me out of the way
I am not ready
the time is now
and I am here for a reason.
I sit firmly, waiting for a sign....

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I fell out of bed at the start of this day
With a real bad case of January blues
My old car won't start, but that's okay
I got a brand new shiny pair of shoes

It's cold outside and in my heart
My baby left town on the five fifteen
I just don't know what drove us apart
I don't know why I've been feeling so mean

The gate won't close, and my dog ran away
I slipped and fell by the railroad track
I've had these January blues all day
I sure do hope that my baby comes back...

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