Long City block Poems

Date:  September  2050

Damian stood at the front door 
Ushering everybody out to the waiting 
Limousine. "Come on my People 
Be quick about it wifies!"  Sidney
And Saderi were willing to go along
For the...

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Listen Up
Hobbes

*Quick note*
This is a song I wrote a few months back

Attention to the greater population,
Hear me as I offer you Redemption.
Kneel to me and surrender your nation,
Or prepare for complete aniahlation.


Hear my voice as...

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One of my favorite sayings,
     one you may have heard before
Is from a movie that's set in the Depression era,
     it's my personal verbal encore
It expresses my...

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The time machine is ready to start,
noises of wheels turning and clocks ticking,
gizmos of uncertain origins squeaking along,
a matter of several minutes all will change,
the man sitting in the easy chair will disappear,
leaving behind family,...

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This goes out to everyone who has ever lost someone to the streets.

I cry a tear for everyone who has ever lost someone to the streets.

So when you look to the floor that's why there...

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IF POETS RULED THE WORLD

If poets ruled the world
laws would be written with panache and... 
oh yes, compassion;
civil liberty in fashion.
Carpetbaggers fold up your tents and cash in.

Poets. like mothers, 
would never send their brothers...

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in the city that never sleeps you walked from day to night
from hustling on the corner to running business state to state
some call you a looser others say your bad news
but to me your a...

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I was a self-admitted misanthrope	 
unwilling to lose or drop a case.
I often threw a rope-a-dope
just to win; I never lose face.

I worked the dark streets
for dark, and even darker, clients
while the cops walked their...

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Indian Girl
The next train is to India to a big crowded city, Calcutta. I am a Desi girl called Prittima Desmona. I am thirty two and live near a small town called Kajoy. 

You may...

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Sandy Springs is a quiet town
Not much really to be found
Except at the end of main street
A Great House you will greet

Gothic height with pointed tower
A skirt of pillars commanding power
Windows long and tightly shutter
Pale...

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"Samsara!"
Yelled a young prophet
With one eye and a cane.

His eye was made of tightly bundled,
Tall, wet grass.
His cane the smooth, rounded
Pebbles of a Dakota stream.

His voice was the tinsel thunder of God's,
Like yours and mine
Though...

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I tie the perfect noose
Pull tight on the cord
Kick the chair from underneath me
As my feet both touch the floor

I take the electric toaster
Set it on the edge of the tub
Knock it into the water
But...

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The old man could barely walk
Bent over on his cane
And there beside him
Man's Best Friend
It wasn't in him to complain.

One-half a step -sheer agony
For the old man on his cane
But he must walk
His Best Friend's...

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Downtown Dayton cityscape
can be seen clearly (on a clear day)
from the grassy knoll on top
of the Woodlands cemetery.

Most of the more fancy mausoleums
face any other way though,
as if the successfully dead
had prospered and were now
disinterested...

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How I now long to sing a song
With "guns" as its only word
A solitary droning tone
Fiercely sung such it need be heard

Higher than half its height
Should our banner fly
As this sorrowful summer simmers on 
And...

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Fireworks are still popping in my neighborhood
Long after July 4th; I keep thinking they’ll stop,
And hope so soon for the sake of brotherhood!

Celebrations are meaningful on their special day
Noisy and loud merriment are par for...

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