Best City Block Poems

IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.

Poets. like mothers, 
would never send their brothers to war.
Poets don’t have voices that sound like guns,
words can...

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How I now long to sing a song
With "guns" as its only word
A solitary droning tone
Fiercely sung such it need be heard

Higher than half its height
Should our banner fly
As this sorrowful summer simmers on 
And slaughtered June becomes corpse of July

Nightclub, traffic stop, city block
Muslim,...

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Spring Paintings by Kinkade

purple sky at eve
a log cottage by a stream
with windows aglow

after vietnam
my old familiar path home
lights and chimney smoke

lilac carnival
decorates each city block
it must be springtime

a splendid stone bridge
arched over a placid flow
june night memory

blue wildwood steeple
with many a wagon track
june morning...

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I was a self-admitted misanthrope	 
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.

I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their beats,
shadows showing giants.

As far as I was concerned,
they were all...

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Date:  September  2050

Damian stood at the front door 
Ushering everybody out to the waiting 
Limousine. "Come on my People 
Be quick about it wifies!"  Sidney
And Saderi were willing to go along
For the experience they had heard
Rumors of.  They were both hurrying...

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Sandy Springs is a quiet town
Not much really to be found
Except at the end of main street
A Great House you will greet

Gothic height with pointed tower
A skirt of pillars commanding power
Windows long and tightly shutter
Pale white stone in shades of butter

Bluish slate roof with chimneys...

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Fireworks are still popping in my neighborhood
Long after July 4th; I keep thinking they’ll stop,
And hope so soon for the sake of brotherhood!

Celebrations are meaningful on their special day
Noisy and loud merriment are par for the course
But now, I wish the noises would simply go...

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I tie the perfect noose
Pull tight on the cord
Kick the chair from underneath me
As my feet both touch the floor

I take the electric toaster
Set it on the edge of the tub
Knock it into the water
But forget to plug in the plug

Laid myself down on the...

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Walking to grade school without a care
Each morning at the same spot
Freshly baked bread scent filled the air
Straight from the oven, savory hot
Aroma so sweet, I never forgot

Laub's Bakery, a city block wide
It looked like a factory instead
I'd peek in the door ajar on the...

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This goes out to everyone who has ever lost someone to the streets.

I cry a tear for everyone who has ever lost someone to the streets.

So when you look to the floor that's why there is a puddle at my feet.

Please my fathers brothers sons...

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The old man could barely walk
Bent over on his cane
And there beside him
Man's Best Friend
It wasn't in him to complain.

One-half a step -sheer agony
For the old man on his cane
But he must walk
His Best Friend's walk,
Each day it was the same.

The labored pace was not...

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in the city that never sleeps you walked from day to night
from hustling on the corner to running business state to state
some call you a looser others say your bad news
but to me your a man who grew up doing what he had to do

you...

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One of my favorite sayings,
     one you may have heard before
Is from a movie that's set in the Depression era,
     it's my personal verbal encore
It expresses my exasperated feeling
     of being powerless and...

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Indian Girl
The next train is to India to a big crowded city, Calcutta. I am a Desi girl called Prittima Desmona. I am thirty two and live near a small town called Kajoy. 

You may ask who I am. I am a typical Indian girl....

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Listen Up
Hobbes

*Quick note*
This is a song I wrote a few months back

Attention to the greater population,
Hear me as I offer you Redemption.
Kneel to me and surrender your nation,
Or prepare for complete aniahlation.


Hear my voice as I speak,
This is a day that we devour.
Dealing out damage,
It's...

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