Long Cityscape Poems

Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity,
Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen...

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When I stepped in here
I caught the unsymmetrical patterns on the wall,
The dark maroon contrasting curtains,
An open cupboard and 
A thick layer of dust on the broken mirror
The floor, the surrounding 
A damp room with...

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the

 

art of                                ...

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Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's...
easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020

Envision bucolic Currier
and Ives rendered landscape,
or canvas painted
courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade
(or substitute favorite creative soul)
how aforementioned illustrious artists drape
mesmerized amateur and/or

art appreciation...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound left and right for places I don’t understand. 

One is...

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Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island

Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris
died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled
alphanumeric characters legibly engraved
sepulchral casket entombing lovely bones
deoxyribonucleic acid repurposed into me
Matthew Scott Harris patronymic protector,
when I...

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Burning snow falls quietly on
cold rusted wire and brittle bone.
An ancient creature looks to the horizon 
feeling is body built of razor wire and old bones, cold,
a delicate tone transmits from on far...
Wraiths walking in...

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I can see the dark hues through my window, 
it’s cloudy outside with no stars or fireflies. 
It’s been three years since the darkness has been protecting me
With its hollow emotions running through me day...

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Sleepy thoughts loiter,
Dreamy images disappear...
Sun stabs sudden focus.


Subconscious thoughts come
Abrupt as light streams,
No time to think.


Senses aware one by one:
Like octopus tentacles
Twisting and curling to touch.


Edgy promontory here:
Eyes scan the cityscape fringes,
Twenty-storey window view


Far below...

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Journey Journal Page
OLDE SJI BRAS BASAH ROAD, 1971
By Leon Enriquez


Morning Glory
Florals on a fence
Violet blooms beauty
Plain in sparkling sense


Olde school field
By Bras Basah Road
Boys and football yield
To dawn’s purple load

~~~~~~~~~


Dawn now brings
Such sparkling creepers
Olde tints...

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Chicago Land- In the Belly of the Beast

Chicago Land, in the belly of the beast, shots are fired, bodies crumble up; welcome to the land of the dead and the soon departed. Automatic bursts of...

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A haze… 
Languorous oft in summer days 
Where sundrops drip 
From melting skies 
Onto city grind 
And parasols shade the cobbled grays

Across back alley lanes 
Trains and trolleys tip toe by 
As a fool in...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the...

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PLASTIC   BAG   -  ILLUSIONS     OF     GRANDEUR


Humdrum, meaningless  existence :
Was wrapping apples in the supermarket:
The guys said it couldn’t be done.
But with...

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One ray of light hit a brick wall,
at the speed of light I watched it fall.
All of the jealous bullets seemed to be gunning,
it hit the ground hard, it hit the street running.

All around this...

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A little bitter cup of joe to snap me from my daydream
A slightly soggy pancake that makes me want a cup of water

I'm firmly locked in place, I've graduated, see
No need to move back to...

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In the dawn’s hazy light, I see them,
The weary souls trudging forth,
Faces etched with half-slept weariness,
Their spirits longing for escape.

In this bustling cityscape,
They gather at public transport stops,
A sea of bodies, disenchanted,
Each lost in his...

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In a cityscape of azure crowns, a labyrinth unfolds,  
A cartography of expectation, where my narrative is born.  
Wrap yourself in anticipation and aspire to be among.
I wear as they wish, but underneath...

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In the gritty alleys of city schemes,
Life's grumble rides on subway beams.
Rhythms clink in the rusty car,
Street-wise notes play on sidewalk tar.
Concrete cracks hum a tired tune,
City pigeons coo under a polluted moon.
Taxi horns blare,...

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June conspires
Sun and rain and wind;
Equatorial somnolence


Ways and means
Cluster of conflicts;
Confront life's business


Down winding roads
Cityscapes retreat;
Highrise dwellings clutter


Bus ride to nowhere
New estates emerge;
Road map carbon copy


News flash and highlights
Routine monotony presides;
Celebrate gratitude then


Order in sure...

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At the edge of the Thar desert,
the reposed stilled sands sculpted
petrified waves of old dunes buried 
in the carved rocky pediment 
of the rolling train of the Aravalli hills.
The contorted contours configuring
the undulating landscape topography
shaped...

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4 August 2009

This is truly mad, my love…

I once wished I could express how I feel,
But I'm caring less about trying to speak it,
And I'm finding the pure joy in simply living what’s real.

Deeper than...

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Cityscape 

You point to the sky
Yet you're rooted to earth
Your colourless windows
Reflect sunshine and mirth 

If stark is an asset
You're bringing it, plenty
So stoney and cold
On the outside.. so empty 

What happened to humans?
That we're...

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Dust in the Sunbeam

Dust floats in and out of time and
Cold terrors tremble within this warm beam
I’m tiring of this existence
Where love exists unbound
No longer too timid to tell of tailored hearts unwound

Within this path...

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brush in hand, he breathes life to paper ...

      columns ... bejeweled and sparkling
         like blades of shimmering grass
   piercing...

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