Best Street Sweeper Poems

Enjoy the silence, the deep of night.
Not true silence for the word itself is illusion.
Still yourself enough to hear.
Listen for the sounds invoked in the darkness.
Quiet yourself from the inside-out
to perceive more.
The insights revealed during such muted moments
slow us, granting peace and serenity.

Night is a...

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Oh, March
you pompous windbag
howling in the hollows
of Winters fade.
Scattering Fall’s gold
across warmed mud,
billowing tree bound
plastic bag kites,
hoisting the weightless hawk.

Oh March
you city street sweeper
funneling debris
down tunneled alleys,
tearing at the edges
of flailing flags,
hastening the pace
of lethargy’s malaise.

Oh March
you docile lamb
caressing soft peeking buds,
nurturing the squawk
of nestlings,
nudging...

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The earth seems flat and Godot decided to arrive on the scene

Like a boil stuck on a pancake dressed as a trans gender carnival queen

He carries a prophecy written on a tag hung from his shoulder

Suggests Sisyphus had it easy on slippery slopes with his...

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Syringes in fence palings
condoms on park benches
street sweeper drinks whiskey
at four in the morning
opera house silhouettes
the bridge of dawn
first ferry tugs out
rust and ropes
like stale sex
herald the rising sun
Circular Quay swims
with grey suits
and mid length skirts  
dark stocking like
instep, to the beat
of yesterday....

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I live in a small pueblo where every day or so

my neighbours sweep the pavement to keep

their side of the road clean and pick up the litter


And I like Beppo the Street Sweeper in Momo

by Michael Ende who always has the time

to speak a kind...

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When a poor exposed
His feeling through pen
The crucifix he shouldered
His stomach pain
How does the poem look?

When a farmer tried
To write a poem about how he feels
On how the sun touches his skin
On how he survived every arrow of the clouds
What the poem looks like?

When a...

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In a tunnel under earth, we were given a curse
In this world, we am called reverse
Eager to think and question
These things bring out nothing but aggression

We are one in all and all in one

Sent to the house of the street sweeper
Keep my thoughts from them,...

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When words fall short,
I sit in the world's shadows.
Watching the world through my window,
I rejoice absurd songs.
Life spills in laissez faire economics,
consuming dreams to rust.
Forgotten blue and white banners flutter.
Wind sighs in Red Oaks,
echoing the doleful cries of a lonesome.
The song rises:
a kite lifted by...

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Mind Reaper

The slumber in which you have awaken from
Has got you caught in a world snatched from beyond 
Now leave your hands and your feet moving with the beat 
But keep it real for the streets cause we got to eat 
And draw the heat...

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Tim Remembers

Tim is a member of the club of life
	        with all its nonsense vagaries and beauty
pitfalls up-shoots conflicts contradictions

Dismembered or conjoined he has a choice
            ...

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How can I mingle with the poor, I’m a millionaire,
My intellect superior,
And the masses inferior.
I am a street sweeper, my name is Jane,
Passers by think I’m insane,
I am the sole earner in a family of five.
I have been voted in as a president,
Those idiots out...

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