Best Towns Poems

When we set out on a road trip
We didn’t stick to the old script
And were gladly amazed
And rarely unfazed
Hitting strange towns though some were skipped

We started from Thatsnot, OK
Which was more or less ok
But then stayed for the view
When we drove into
The town of Overlo,...

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The subtle scent of lilacs rides the breeze.
Cascading flowers brighten in sun’s sheen.
On crisp cool nights there rarely is a freeze.
And autumn leaves seem always to be green.

As moonlight changes daylight’s atmosphere,
Big cats and fox roam through the forest fair.
The starlight sparkles bright when nights...

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This is how it all started. My brother and me were watching Larry
King on CNN. It was his talk show. His special guest was Dr. Ellen
Crystall. She had written a book called Silent Invasion. It was about
UFO's in a little Township called Pinebush. His topic...

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Small Towns Revisited


by Edmund Siejka


We Long Islanders
Live near a large City
Of
Tall buildings 
High end stores
Apartments with gated windows
A place where people live like strangers.

Here, where we live 
The land slopes downward
Towards Merrick Road
Inviting us for a walk
Along the way
It’s just like a neighbor
To call our...

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I was skeptically listening 
to a retiring social researcher,
and problem-solving imaginer,
from the American Enterprise Institute;

An Institute
I usually find more destitute
of bicameral consciousness than not,
and thereby with less healthy resonant imagination
than more pathological dissonance.

But, I found myself agreeing with him.
He is retiring,
in part,
because he is tired...

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old towns
drenced in yesterday's
spoor of idleness
why repair broken 
panes in the window...

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I told my brother he was amazed. It was starting to feel really
Spooky there. I felt fear and suggested to my brother to stay together.
He agreed. People were searching the skies. The stars were out and it
really was a beautiful starry night. The area had...

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It's called the golden anniversary 
when it has lasted for 50 years
when a couple manages to stay together 
through all the blood, the sweat and the tears

you've had your share of make-ups and shake-ups 
yet your love and respect for each other remained steadfast
and despite...

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We got to the Hotel and settled in. I had bought a Cannon 
 35 mm camera with a 100/300 lense. I figure that would be
enough to capture any images that we would see. With our Gear
packed we headed to West Searsville road. In her...

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There's many subjects near and dear to my heart
But none so dear as blowing farts off a cart
On our way to the market
Towns folks are the targets
They're not even safe in the underground car park


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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I've visited many towns and cities as I've traversed this old orb,
Their culture, their food, their beauty and architecture to absorb.
Istanbul, Tokyo, Athens, Casablanca and London I fondly recall;
Well-known names, but the names of English villages beats them all!

It would be interesting to know who...

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~Towns in the Moonlight~




              Nestled in snowbanks, bright.
              Just past the old, wooden bridge.
     ...

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You want us to see the wear with no fence
you make us to look in awe and much cold
you want us to dry up with no sense
as you show your bare of lust in bold
when you bath, boys view with a long lens
for sex to...

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A shanty-man from a shanty-town came by shanty-boat to Shanty-Round.
He was the newest man in this Shanty-village, we felt was a town.
His middle was solid and amazingly thick.
And his hairy neck was blistered, and brick-like, this Nick.

His face and hair were golden, and he wore...

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Migration of Tractors
David J Walker

I remember the migration 
of tractors

From farm to farm and 
field to filed

Other traffic must yield 
to the slow-moving behemoth  

in John Deere Green 
the farm boy driving it was 

no more than 13 on a
Saturday when the other boys

Were...

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