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Premium Member Mount Rushmore, Carved In Stone
Mount Rushmore; Carved In Stone

From deep within the earth’s crust,
An orogeny pushes
The batholith upwards
To become ‘The Shrine of Democracy,’
Of weathered presidential faces
Chiseled in rock in South Dakota;
Representing 150 years of history
(From birth of a nation
To...

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Categories: jackhammers, america, education, history, inspiration, patriotic, tribute, usa,
Form: Verse



Smooth As Key-Lime Pie
Rainbow Surplus suppressing it’s limelight on the wonders of thy guillotine. Eat a planet with betadine. Horoscopes orders. The empire shines bright on double d’s. Who’s to say Peter hasn’t squandered his own stability? It’s...

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© Mr Pickles  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: jackhammers, cat, child abuse, conflict, dark, deep, irony,
Form: Free verse
Concrete
The city above us reaches higher and higher
tipped at the top in all its glory with
iconic, prickly, spires,
as long as air rights permit it.
Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin round
in sync with...

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Categories: jackhammers, city, community, environment, perspective, places, space, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member the symphony
New York City is like a cobblestone symphony,
where jackhammers and footsteps form the rhythmic timpani,
sirens and honking taxis, are the cymbals, that provide sudden bursts of energy,
traffic’s hum could be the violins and pigeon squawk...

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Categories: jackhammers, emotions, environment, fun, holiday, humor, life, new
Form: Rhyme
Liquid Thought
I lay there immersed in the cosset wrap
skin smoothed into endless
the liquid thoughts on languish endless
a stretch of bone in muscle seeking comfort
finding peace for a moment
peace from the ceaseless jackhammers
leave me be
alone in the...

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Categories: jackhammers, peace,
Form: Free verse



Beats of the World
Walking down the street
Hearing all the beats
Going all around
Construction sites
Alarm systems going off
Honking horns
Mothers yelling at there kids
Drivers screaming at other drivers
Jackhammers pounding the ground
Water fountains pouring down water
Coins falling out of hands
People talking on...

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Categories: jackhammers, musicworld,
Form: I do not know?
Midnight's Lust
the night arrives silent as a shadow 
holding many mysteries in his clawed hands
his eyes watch our every move
every song 
every dance 

every word that we utter 
he hears what we say
hears what we desire...

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Categories: jackhammers, passion
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Distilling Vapidity
Pickled percolating bile
Prances up my prickled throat
Whiskey guides my exile
While arrogance digs a moat
Brain reeking like a dog pile
Mighty flush to spin that float

Jackhammers ravage my brain
As my eyes toil to flutter
Elements of vast disdain
Yelp...

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© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: jackhammers, angst, confusion, lossme,
Form: Rhyme
Pine Forest Redoubt
Sun's rays glint through the glistening pines
Residual moisture imbibes the fawning heat
A cloak of needles hovers over the clandestine copse
Fertile fortress clothes the stunted flora
A whispering breeze bristles through the jaded cones
Resinous scent blankets the...

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Categories: jackhammers, nature
Form: Light Verse
Has Everything Gone Grey
I look around me and all I see are colors
 but wonder if they matter at all
for I see the color of all of these wonders
but still cant afford to call

so I have to ask...

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Categories: jackhammers, color, deep, life, sad, world,
Form: Quatrain
In a Childhood Zone

I grew up as a child
near a freeway construction zone
Took many an afternoon naps
lullabied by the sound of machinery drone
And to this very day
when I hear the sounds of construction going on,
my eyes get heavy
and...

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Categories: jackhammers, childhood, growing up, nostalgia,
Form: Bio
New York
Dry, grimy skyscrapers calmly grab a dead, dusty truck.
All rains hustle dead, dead jackhammers.
The job talks like a faceless worker.
Trucks walk like faceless trucks.
Action is a rainy cigarette.

Faceless, dusty cigarettes roughly hustle a small, big...

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Categories: jackhammers, addiction, anxiety, community,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs