Best Pound The Pavement Poems

In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds  long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE"   stressing all night long
I use to fear...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone to forget the taste of air
Deluge by the scenery - unbelievable footage 18 seconds long,  
Eric Garner GONE... ...

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Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
                         Listen to the birds that sing their sweet melodies,
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Parades prepared for pleasure and pageantry.
Phalanx of performers pound the pavement;
percussion sets the pace; piccolos lead.
Princes and princesses pass by on floats;
painted clowns pantomime, making kids smile
Patient pedestrians peddle their wares while
policemen patrol the streets for problems.
Patrons and parents pack the parking spots
peeling their eyes...

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An opinion falling like rain
Cascading over everything
A center point of chaotic felony
Delete your voice
They're coming for you again
Pound the pavement
Pound on the walls
There's nowhere to go
They know the way it flows
Paste pastel words over your mouth
When everything goes south
Those words aren't your own
They're prettied up...

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Living on Main Street
 life keeps on flowing,

Monday mornings
 trucks pound the pavement
 shaking awake the apartments and homes
 regardless of the hour, ever on the ride
 moving, trucking along.

Here, you can see the world go by
 at its best, at its worst,

Sleepers on the...

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Ferry on the river;
‘Copter in the sky.
Bicycles and scooters
(Some with bells!) all pass me by.

Joggers pound the pavement;
Walkers simply stroll.
Benches are deserted.
(Recent raindrops took a toll.)

Still, I’m out here sitting,
Checking out the scene,
Feeling not quite up or down
But somewhere in between.

As my trusty pencil
Jots each...

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Battered bricks in broken streets of chaos and destruction
  All that's left is billowing smoke from bomb blasted buildings
The sky is a different color now, the smell is of death
  My team huddled against these ramshackle walls, holding our breath
Knowing we're all in...

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