Best Escalators Poems

Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and catch the giggled strength
and heartfelt laughter companionship
rising high in motion...

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Another repetitious dream – 3
The outsider look in, from within / looking at

Dreams come alive during the morning hours,
long after most of the world – on this side of the sun –
has risen from the fading light of moons glow and dreams.
My dreams ride the...

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Mall, Boutique, Department store treasures to my commercial heart do speak  
Must frequent all to earn preferred status and join the frivolous clique
Glitzy curtains, fragrant candles, gaudy clothes through glamorous show windows peak
Sales, promotions, every-day values entreat any time during the week
Checks, petty cash start...

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This is not the golden age.
It is the future reeling from 
earthquake, hurricanes,
lost innocence, lost generations:
Who will cry?

Their voices are muted
beneath the blare of the trumpet sounders
who cry for justice: human rights,
the environment, save this, save that,
save the world.
They do not see 

In the modern...

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The city doesn’t need any elevators
Or escalators or anything to push people up
There are no clouds in this brightened city
no bourgeoisie emancipation, no atypical beauty
silicon bosoms out on the overstretched skies
mechanical tirades of the undiluted selves 
the cubicles at Grande elevators are full of
lowered shallow...

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Inside, deep inside, at your window
Near the dim light and mystic shadow
Twinkle your moistened graceful eyes
Rustling leaves of moonlit memories
Opening the gates of many a garden
Sonnets of sobs and smiles of soul
Prayers fulfilled and prayers frustrated
Escalators toward hints from paradise
Calm cool cucumber slice on my...

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7/10/17


I'm going to still be a trailblazer

Going beyond all the acres
And glaciers

Above and below any crater 

Similarities and differences on both sides of the equator

Events turning out minor and major

Waters with and without crocodiles or alligators

It was done realistically or through a simulator

Stairs, near and...

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SPRING     AT     PIONERSKAYA



Frozen in the hum of the escalators’
Descent  to the roaring metro,
Across the unwashed glass
Of government windows,
The equinoctal sun pins
My shadow tight
Up against the lengthening day,
And the spring smiles in the crowd
Are as scarce as...

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This is not the golden age.
It is the future reeling from 
earthquake, hurricanes,
lost innocence, lost generations:
Who will cry?

Their voices are muted
beneath the blare of the trumpet sounders
who cry for justice: human rights,
the environment, save this, save that,
save the world.
They do not see 

In the modern...

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I've been noticing people without passion; a lost sense of pride, no dignity, no doubt. A plague of the mind which I cannot explain in short time; I suppose we can blame technology or the processed food. I might as well jump on the band...

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I walk into an old brick building on a campus.
It seems so familiar. . . as if I should know it,
and yet my memory is blurred.
Climbing steps, I’m sure of where I need to go.
I glimpse a door on an upper floor.
Opening it, I look...

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Two hundred and twenty stories never written but etched in time

were removed on a day which started fine.  

The silver worms traveled down beneath the floors 

carrying those whose day (lest they know) would be a chore,
 
through the escalators and out the doors...

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We took our grandson for the day
To visit in the city.
Compared to where he lives, it must seem
Noisy, fast and gritty.

He marveled at the bridges,
The tall buildings and the river,
But there was one department
Where I knew that we’d deliver -

For elevators currently
Rank high up on...

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The Spirit of God is in the wind that glides across the land-
stirring the tall Blue Stem into billowing waves of grass,
that roll toward snow-topped mountains- 
defining the distant horizon-
mountains appearing nearly as purple as those
grape flavored ices cast on wooden sticks- 
that most children...

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Is it not pleasurable to endorse an escalation of elephants using escalators in the tree lined shopping centre? Is it not welcomed the sight of strong strength upon steel rotations? Variable tusk equals variations of moves and downhill the trumpets often sound somewhat obscured. But...

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