Train Poems

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Zwabberaar

There can be only One!
In the Train

As we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.

All the beautiful stars of the sky,
The silver doves of the forest of Night,
Over the dull earth swarm and fly,
Companions of our flight.

We will rush ever on without fear;
Let the goal be far, the flight be fleet!
For we carry the Heavens with us, dear,
While the Earth slips from our feet!

James Thomson
 
Conductors Lament

I don't toot the whistle,
I don't ring the bell,
But when something goes wrong,
I catch (well you get the idea).

Ben
 
Fail thread

The train rushes by in the rain
I am in pain for i'm a rider on a downbound train
 
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[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Perhaps not a poem in pure form. but I like it.[/FONT]​


[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]written by Steve Goodman, performed by Arlo Guthrie[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Ridin' on the City of New Orleans[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]15 cars & 15 restless riders[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]All along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Rolls along past houses, farms & fields[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards full of old black men[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]And the graveyards of rusted automobiles[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Good mornin' America, how are you?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Don't you know me? I'm your native son![/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]And feel the wheels grumblin' neath the floor[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]And the sons of Pullman porters & the sons of engineers[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Ride their fathers' magic carpet made of steel[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Mothers with their babes asleep, rockin' to the gentle beat[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Good morning America how are you?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Don't you know me I'm your native son,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Night time on the City of New Orleans[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Changin' cars in Memphis, Tennessee[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Halfway home, we'll be there by mornin'[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Thru the Mississippi darkness rollin' down to the sea[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]But all the towns & people seem to fade into a bad dream[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]And the steel rail still ain't heard the news[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]The conductor sings his song again [/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]"The passengers will please refrain:[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]This train has got the disappearin' railroad blues[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Good night, America, how are you?[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]Don't you know me I'm your native son,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,[/FONT]
[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.[/FONT]​

[FONT=Arial, Helvetica]©1970, 1971 EMI U Catalogue, Inc and Turnpike Tom Music[/FONT]​

Please enjoy it Zwab.

K4.... who is Willie Neslon? Or should that be Nelson?​
 
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titaniclover said:
leeferr, give me a hint. :p
I got most of it though...very funny Smily.

Cheers,
Adam
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That's strange, the two words are highlighted in red now and they weren't when I wrote that post. At least they weren't on my screen. They were 'The' and 'Best'. Very strange:confused:
 
The Subway in the 80's

The platform is quiet as a floresent light flickers.
A drunk nearby mutters to himself.
A breeze blows in through a vent overhead.
I'm thinkin,"Is my train here yet?"
Water from the ceiling causes my shoes to get wet.
As I uncomfortably wait for a train.
Then a bombed train arrives finally, covered with colors and other junk,
To take me home
And I think, why should I complain about these conditions
Because I'll be riding it tomorrow,
With the same light,
Drunk,
Breeze,
Drips,
And the bombed train.:)
 
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Apologies to Don McLean:

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that MSTS made me smile.
And I knew if I had the time
I could make my own rail line
And, maybe, I'd be happy for a while.

But the Route Editor made me cry
Every time my PC died.
Bad code in the program;
what a tragic marketing sham!
I can’t remember if I grinned
When I read about this new Train Sim,
But something washed away my pains
The day that I joined Trainz.

So bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

Did you read the CCG,
And do you have faith in CEO Tony,
If Mr Banks tell you so?
Do you believe in 2004,
Is it CMP you do abhor,
because you don't know where the files go?

Well, I know that you used UTC
when Paintshed was anything but free.
You started skinning boxcars,
Now you've come..oh so far.
Classics came out to make a buck,
But in their own ways they each did suck,
And I knew I was out of luck
The day the forums died.

I started singin’,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

Now for six years we’ve been making stuff
And using the DLS gets tough,
But that’s not how it had to be.
When the Brew Crew hit the chopping block,
as Fury took down Auran's stock
And a protest came from you and me,

Oh, and while the team was shrinking down,
The CEO had a look around.
He saw the hand that feeds him;
"Boys, we better please 'em."
And while Rob renewed an off topic thread,
2009 loomed in his head,
we lamented poor old Paintshed
The day the forums died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

Detail Shme-tail, ramping up for another sale.
Trainz Dev better not a be another fail,
Blogging all day and falling fast.
It all comes down to modeled grass.
The users might give '09 a pass,
With another sim, on the horizon, approaching fast.

Now the promises were sweet perfume
But we're all marching to a different tune.
We all got used to Lance,
Oh, but he never had a chance!
`cause the investors tried to increase the yield;
by entering a crowded field.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the forums died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A group of Trainzers in cyber space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: better upgrade and do it quick!
2009 had better stick
Or this franchise is bound to end.

Oh, and as I read his words on the blog
My memory, he began to jog.
No accountant born in hell
Can make this all end well.
And as the polys climbed high into the night
Making weak computers tremble in abject fright,
I saw Bill G. laughing with delight
The day the forums died

We were singing,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

I met a guy who programmed JET
And I asked him if it was retired yet,
But he just smiled and said "no way".
I went down to the PC store
Where I’d bought my system many years before,
But the man there said the intro wouldn’t play.

And in the threads: the children posted,
The vets laid low, and the blowhards boasted.
But not a MOD was joking;
The COC was constantly broken.
And the two games I enjoyed the most:
were unsupported and will soon be toast;
They were the best Trainz for the most
The day the forums died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, Mr Microsoft Guy.
Put Trainz in my computer,
and the crashes went bye.
that fine Surveyor works as easy as pie
Singin’, "this’ll be the game that I buy.
"this’ll be the game that I buy."
 
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