Best Hydrants Poems

Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

    Cars and busses, traffic lights
    Bicycles and motor bikes
    Crosswalks, signs, and steps...

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They love creating chaos that's their plan.
Look at the wild fires out West, here we go again!
Devastating families with no end in sight.
Canceling their fire insurance, as their homes burn bright!
No water in the fire hydrants, can you imagine that?
The Controllers planned it that way,...

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August Sunshine

August sunshine feels different
Than sharp newborn rays
Of afternoons in June…
Round,
August sunshine tells
Of ripening
And growing large –
Laying still
Watching the breeze tickle
Mature birch leaves
Until they quiver
In delight
And dance.

August sunshine is about napping
And waking
Waking and pausing,
Seeing the depth of blueness in the sky
All over again
As if for...

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Police brutality 
should not be 
ignored, but 
exposed.

Excessive force 
is being used on
innocent civilians 
over petty ****.

Protect And Serve
they pledge, feels 
more like a purge 
instead.

Hot headed cops
above the law, 
breaking the laws 
they sworn to uphold.

Seems more like 
thugs dressed in 
uniforms.

I see them...

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Prayers descend like acid rain from 
oligarch-soaked manchurians, stumping 
for elected office, praising hybrid 
demigods, passing out vouchers to the 
peasants.

A slow rumbling-
 part of the night-sounds-of-curfew;
descends like fire ants.

Cleaners of the guilt, hidden in plain faith,
unable or unwilling to walk, feign 
blindness, darkness helps.

Cellphone...

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Batteries Not Included


They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear soaked rose,
future maple trees sailing sewer bound,
adrift on a city’s polluted dreams.

Yellow lights a-swirl on oil slickened streets
highlight a scrawny...

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Many springs have come and gone, 
the city roars and wheezes, 
concrete monsters block the prospect 
and restrict the balmy breezes. 

Summers stifle, streets are steaming, 
hydrants bring some small relief, 
merchants battle with the street gangs, 
struggle on in blind belief. 

Canyons strangle, subways...

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Paws on the Avenue

Every afternoon ‘bout half past four
Paddy and I go out the door
No straying from our daily ritual.

Paws on Fido Avenue
Happy tails of sloppy kisses unmuzzled
Parade of canines – every kind “bone-i-fied.”

A purebred mutt strut cavalcade
Fashion parade of single coats
Long hairs march in...

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First comes Spring, with daisies and Easter eggs, 
And little girls running around wearing their Sunday best.
My peony's start blooming, followed by
long walks with my dog, who is sniffing around
fire hydrants for the first time in 3 months.
The sun's eyes are open later, 
While the...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: I'm Gonna Write
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: August/1988

I'm gonna write about 
my grandmama -

I'm gonna write about 
my mama -

I'm gonna write about
my love......

What I'm gonna do,
and
must do,

Is write about
all
black women
in the world -

About how
warm 
caring
understanding,
and
resourceful 
a black woman
is -

While um write'n 
I ain't
gonna leave
out noth'n -

I'm gonna...

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Childhood in New York

Childhood in New York 
 
Pocket change dangling from open pockets 
candy stores soda fountains five and dimes 
root beer floats licorice sticks baseball cards 
and chewing gum 
stick ball bats against dark black streets 
and smells of pink rubber balls 

Sun...

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When asked to define the word love

My first thought was... it's impossible to explain love

How does one descibe the wind

How does one describe the cool fresh morning air

The brilliant sunshine that makes us feel so alive

It's a feeling inside that can't be put into mere...

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Many springs have come and gone,
the city roars and wheezes,
concrete monsters block the prospect
and restrict the balmy breezes.

Summers stifle, streets are steaming,
hydrants bring some small relief,
merchants battle with the street gangs,
struggle on in blind belief.

Canyons strangle, subways throttle,
autumn bleeds in red and gold,
chilly now as...

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Oh no,
  The world has melted over.
We slide down every foreign affairs failure,
Crash through bargaining chips and hapless promises.
I'd never seen a mountain so steep and you'd never seen one so dark.
With fears combined we muster a flicker of courage  and careen around...

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The lines are blurred when blended
I know first hand that govenment grilled cheese sandwiches
are delicious as I shared them with Phillup my best friend,
black as night and true as time...he was my ace
His mother, my godmother Lucille, chased us out to play
in streets equal parts...

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