Cities Poems

Cities without water fountains and? 2

In California today, 2025, city managers, attorneys, engineering 
Work in an infrastructure of control without water fountains.
Micromanaged district supervision of States of legislature 
Troughing below the poverty lines as entrance and exit serve the wills inheriting the labor of "housing" "something" without competing.

Prediction of 24 hours, 7 days, is enough hearing of you 
Needn't be

Tale of Two Cities and Two Captains

Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan

Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities
Both burdened by the weight of Great 
Expectations from both nations

Cometh the hour cometh the Shubman
Cooing classical looks…wooing crannies and nooks

Eschewed the media

Why Your Cities Burn, Part VI

...Have you ever seen true madness
take full possession of a man?
Gobayth’s dreams of coming home
were now all well and truly damned.
It’s said he screamed for half the night,
so much that it damaged his throat,
and it was not long after that
he started slaying ‘settled’ folk.
The first target was a merchant
travelling with his concubine
and his two slaves

Why Your Cities Burn, Part V

...A jolt ran though the broken men,
like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door,
Gobayth waved them on until
nobody remained anymore.
They raced on towards the small hut
where all of the pick-aces lay,
some guards were starting to notice,
running about every which way.
Gobayth wished the poor men luck,
but he did not follow their path,
and instead ran to the

Why Your Cities Burn, Part IV

...After a bit her cries died down,
everyone could see she was dead,
a small head hung between her thighs,
mother and son covered in red.
He had seen so much callousness,
but this he just couldn’t believe,
it was after seeing this horror
Gobayth decided to leave.

Of course, it took some time to plan,
in the day the watch was intense,
men along

Why Your Cities Burn, Part III

...Gobayth’s mind was nearly crushed,
this was his life now, it appeared,
and all sorts of depressing thoughts
flooded his mind that first half-year.
Was this what life was really like
for most of the souls in this world?
An endless, unpaid drudgery,
with slashing whips always unfurled?
Was this how ‘settled’ people lived?
Is so, then why bother with life?
How could those outside

Why Your Cities Burn, Part II

...Finally Gobayth came to
a devastated mountainside,
the trees and soil stripped away,
slaves cutting out blocks of great size.
They led him to a wooden hut
where several gold coins were exchanged,
the mine owner said, “Bring him out,
fit him for his own set of chains!”

He was forced out into the pit,
driven forward by several guards,
who showered him with stinging

Why Your Cities Burn, Part I

I’ve seen many look to the sky
and to the gods earnestly plead,
what sins have the committed that
require so many to bleed?
Why does Lord Diyal ride the lands,
do things that make your stomach churn,
his soldiers loot and pillage all…
Why do they make your cities burn?

I can tell you that it begins
with a young man named Gobayth,
a

When Fields Becomes Cities

Once there stood a golden field,
Swaying crops, a farmer's yield.
Morning songs of birds took flight,
Beneath the sky so vast and bright.

The village paths, of dust and stone,
Where children laughed and cattle roamed,
Now paved with tar, so smooth and wide,
Where restless cars and buses glide.

The thatched-roof homes with lantern’s glow,
Replaced by lights in glassy rows.
The banyan

A Lone Diner at the Snout to Tail Bistro

She sent back the last order, as well.
This time, she shook her head 
like a dog in the rain,
like a posh-frock woman 
having "a spell."
The brimming broth, she said,
had a bitterness that swelled 
and stung between her cheeks,
and across her tongue.
It steamed with the scent
of turmeric and sweat,
a lipstick kiss in the basement
of the Red

Glass Cities

We live in glass cities,
fragile as the truths we whisper
behind closed doors.
The streets hum with neon sighs,
faces reflecting off windows,
never quite meeting.

At night,
the skyscrapers lean in close,
as if to confess something
they can’t say aloud.

I walk,
barefoot on cold concrete,
hoping for a crack
to let the stars slip through.

Famous Author

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.’
(The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act 3, Scene 2)

by Shakespeare

I have a real tale to tell
of two cities.
I need an author
of some note.
I heard of one whose
first name is Charles.
My name is Oliver and by
some twist of fate, I can’t
remember Charles’s last name!

Nature's Revenge

… I see the bad moon a-risin'
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
… Don't go around tonight
Well it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
… I hear hurricanes a-blowin'
I know the end is comin' soon
I fear rivers over flowin'
I hear the voice of rage

In the silence of the night, when cities sleep under the veil of illusion

In the silence of the night, when cities sleep under the veil of illusion,
People tread the paths of lies with heavy steps,
Embracing the shadows of the day that have slipped onto the pavements,
A theater of the absurd, where everyone is both actor and spectator,
Reflecting in the empty shop windows of an alienated existence.
They look to

Five-Star Cities - Elsewhere

   Paris is gay
     Madrid sways
   Munich's beer flows  
     Amsterdam's tulips grow

   New York and Chicago
     high grime and crime
   San Fran and L.A. ~
     Buddy, can you spare

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