Long Cities Poems
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1.Onboard
Warming up, the weather
In middle spring
Grass dancing and larks singing
...
Lilacs white, purple and mottle
are walking on road
2. Going Home
Road is really long
Coach moves too slow
The homing heart feels like
either a flying goose
or a flying arrow
3. Fly a kite
My busy shadows chained
Langfang ,Baoding and Beijing
up into a triangle
God saw and said :
That looked like a kite
The rope was the
long thinking of
Held in Mr Sydney's hand
Note: My home is in Sydney while I am working in three cities in northern China
Why do you go where you go, people ask.
Why do you do what you do?
If cities do beckon, then it is our task
To visit and find something new.
It may be museums or gardens or zoos
Or mansions decked out in their best
Or neighborhoods bustling with stores to peruse
Worth hours we have to invest.
Some people love beaches or cruises at sea
Or staying at home and relaxing.
Whatever your pleasure, vacations should be
Filled with fun, never stressful or taxing.
Our trips may not match what you’d like and I’m sure
What you’d pick wouldn’t be what I’d choose
But if all of us heed to that R&R lure,
In our own way, then no one would lose.
The Abraham Accords Signed!
But one would never know it.
How very juvenile, the USA is!
A major moment in history happened,
Fake News looked the other way.
Jews,Arabs and Islamists made a
peace treaty today
But since the President is not a "D,"
Fake News blew it away.
It riles me, to see the news hide
major good things.
Instead, digging up insignificance
keeping many on the ignorance
plantation.
They lie to us, as if we are kids.
Like I would let my Grandpa run
this country missing half his lid?
They have nothing they would not
lie about.
I don't understand why they pretend
they know what it's all about.
They insult and accost anyone who
is not a "D."
They abuse them verbally in interviews
on TV.
Instead of uniting the hurting nation.
They insist burning it all with glee,
in a 24/7 verbal conflagration.
And you can see it blowing up in our
big cities!
But the Fake News, doesn't care about
people or truth, just destroy the president
and the country at all costs..
What a shameful, vainglorious, self-
centered pity!
September 16, 2020
10am PST
I am a busy and the mostly used level road which connects the cities to follow.
I take all the pain due to laden speedy vehicles on my chest in a speedy go.
I take the immensely loud noises and extreme heats in dry sunny days not a long ago,
I wet myself in heavy rains and never escape even during cyclonic storms in dismay.
I cry for the victims of unfortunate incidents and hold the bodies and belongings of their remains,
People of all caste, creed, colour and gender use my body as a medium to sustain.
I am silently watching everyone to provide a plot and platform for smooth go without being detained.
My surface scars are deepening and worsening and has no chance to recover,
I promise and assure to give my every bit to help in making a clear way for all my fellow survivors.
We love you America, we say it loud and proud, we smile with joy and feel so glad.
We remember all our history, our struggles, our highs and lows, the times when we worked for freedom, the times when we built cities.
We all worked so hard, we are so thankful to God above, we bow our heads and pray with grateful hearts, for all our blessing past, current, and future.
We are thankful for all our people, for our freedoms to debate, to learn, to grow, just to mention a few.
We also mindful of our roots, we are proud of all of our heritage.
George Washington I recall said our white stripe in our flag was to remind us of our mother country that we loved and always cherished with love.
We remember our first Massachusetts constitution and how it mention God many times.
We thank all of our friends around the world, today and forward we wish them all our love.
As children of God, we lift our head to the sky and we say thank you!
Happy 250th Anniversary America, we love you.
F-R-A-U-D
Seventy-four million Americans had their votes cancelled,
Tis far more than mere shame.
Honest, hard working, some retired, 'twas no accident...
Thefe is fraud and vile, valid blame!
They stood in line in winter for hours and then,
Dominion flushed them, as turds, down the drain.
Run over by a technology train with neither heart
Nor a human brains.
The judges, so awesome in black gowns, let
America go down a filthy computerized toilet.
Only crime, looting, burning cities no police,
they seem OK?
Crime, OK at their politically appointed feet.
If vote fraud goes on, the country disappears.
Run by madcap anarchists who will murder,
ruin cities....... and cheer.
12/11/2020
"From sea to sea to sea"
I love my Canada and I am proud to be a Canadian
and share this county with the Aboriginals, French, English
Irish and many other nationalities that create
the intricate tapestry of Canada
a vast rugged beautiful land with wonderful amazing wildlife
a rich varied country with cosmopolitian cities
snow-capped majestic mountains, valleys, boreal forests
rolling plains, lakes, rivers, oceans, and swamps
and lots of snow and frigid cold
winters,and colorful autumns, springs, and summers
we have great skiing, skating, hockey, and much more
have a large diverse culture of music, dance, art
talent in science and developing our natural resourses
that we share with the world
we value equality, respect and peace for each Canadian
we are soft spoken, polite, and a peaceful people
our military are known as the peace-keepers
we have a charter of rights that gives us freedom
and harmony in life and we believe health care is a right
our stories are full of pride, bravery, courage and kindness
we invented the telephone, insulin and light bulb
cardiac pacemakers and so much more
we are loved and respected around the world
O, Canada, I love you !
Welcome Aboard
America’s Vintage
Bus of all times in years
Through winding bends and open roads
Endless miles
Distance through the horizon
Rest Stops along the way
Journey a getaway
Acquaintance with America’s People
Friendly open hands at the door
Hound bus wheels accelerate
Cities after Cities
Towns after Towns
Boarding and Departing
Daylight skies
Nighttime sleep
A Hound Dog always knows the way
One Step Ahead
Recline and relax
Unleashed feel from perplexed
Greyhoundder
Through time and back
On Schedule at that
America’s wonder and wise
Greyhoundder front and Center being no surprise.
Once upon a time there was a forsaken mailbox
that sat with its hood open
waiting for the infamous letter number two
The hours, days, weeks and months went by
where the mailman would deliver junk mail
but no letter number two
The mailbox shed tears as its sides grew rust
the neighbors mailboxes would jingle in laughter
as there was no letter number two
Then one day the mailman came with a smile
he opened up the forsaken mailbox
and gently placed in letter number two
The cities letter parade was ecstatic
everyone knew of the delivery
the house owner would read letter number two
With that the mailbox was no longer forsaken
by yet it would sit there in earnest
waiting for letter number three
Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens
Though written three hundred
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.
Said prolific author born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke
linkedin to said
prolific storied author
please kindly reciprocate.
greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash
great expectations in this bleak house,
whereby battle of life ensues
when Sunday chimes
from master humphrey’s clock
issue somber american notes
invoking overshadowing doom
from young gentlemen:
oliver twist, nicholas nickleby, barnaby rudge
martin chuzzlewit, david copperfield,
young cricket and on the hearth little dorrit
collaborated on pickwick papers
with dombey and son detailing
how I (a haunted man/
ghost’s bargain) alias mudfog
got self absorbed in his old curiosity shop
hunted down by boyhood days
(akin to an endless Christmas carol
frieze as child’s history),
now a thick dust covered holiday romance
memory portraying this signal-man
(according to george silverman’s explanation)
eerily similar to the mystery of edwin drood,
exiled after his trial for murder
birthing three ghost stories
inhabiting a haunted house
affecting the young couples lamplighter
an uncommercial traveler
evidenced by pictures from italy
prone to speeches, sketches
by boz and his lazy tour
an oft repeated tale of two
cities best read at dusk.