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 soluti......

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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 ......

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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 clothe......

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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
wh......

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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 t......

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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 so......

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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 turn......

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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
......

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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
wh......

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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 f......

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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 u......

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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 ......

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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......

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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-
mou......

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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 equ......

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