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I sense myself wide awake
Although I am deep in dream
It's like an altered state
Sights and sounds engulf my mind
Not today's but a different kind
When I re-awake what will I find
Strange noises surround my thoughts
I feel frightened by body in fraught
What I feel now, what has my mind sought
High pitched sounds like a banshee's wail
I try to decipher but to no avail
Like something hinders my subconscious trail
I awake from this dream, to the city noise
It has a different sound from the modern joys
They appear erratic, a twisted poise
From my penthouse flat I view the streets
People are wandering, there's a different beat
Friction aplenty, in daily greet
There's cars crashed, fire's burning
Bodies lying, people turning
I'm in confusion, my minds churning
To my balcony I go, to my telescope
As i view the city, I nearly choke
The newspaper seller looks a different bloke
He wanders aimlessly, in his selling place
His eyes have gone from his rounded face
What cause would permit this visual displace
As i meander my view, I witness other sights
People with no mouths, another blight
Oh no! others faceless, my city in plight
Carrion eaters in plentiful greed
Plumes of smoke from the oxygen feed
Somethings turned against my human breed
I venture down, to determine the extent
To fathom out where the previous days went
Why is this happening, what has the world been sent
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Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time
She can make her dream city something real.
Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where starting at Solomon's gate then entering in,
Delight, pleasance and joy showed no pity,
And t'was no comfort not to be found within.
This proud city of great power and zeal--
The glory of some rare ancient engineer--
Has seen dust fly from many a chariot wheel,
When victorious kings came to holiday here.
Perhaps ancient Israel's most splendid city,
It soon captured every kingdoms' eye.
A diadem of the Jezreel Valley so pretty,
It invoked the kiss of the Assyrian sky.
Surrounded by its high double-thick stone walls,
Megiddo’s palaces did lavishly and amply abide,
Containing their ornamentally furnished halls,
With towers, storehouses, and courtyards alongside.
And then there are temples—believed to be three,
With vestibules for believers to enter in.
Then of course the altar for only the holy to see,
Where doctrines are given a positive spin.
Where’er perfect foundation might lay,
My queen shall find a delightful field.
And there to be in full domain and array,
The promise of Eden most
empyreal.
The “Saga” of the Lonely Cactus
by Miriam McCue
Introduction:
:
Characters in order of appearance:
Lonely Cactus: He is a 6 foot Saguaro cactus with two arms (kind that looks like a man from
a distance.) (In real life these cacti have to be around 75 years old to get an arm.)
Kieran - My granddaughter
Aunt Mikey - My youngest daughter
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Desert - This refers to desert surrounding Phoenix AZ
Manhattan - Name for the island of NYC, not including Brooklyn, Queens, etc.
Super - Nickname for the superintendent of a tenement or apartment building.
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Greenwich Village - West of the Lower East Side NYC
Lower East Side - Part of NYC ( name of it describes where it is)
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Central Park - Large man-made park in Center of NYC
Big Apple - Nickname for NYC
U.P.S - A delivery service (In poem pronounced by letters, no as “up sss” )
Casino - We all know what that is.
Donald Trump - Famous prominent business man
Not long ago
Say, about 300 years
Two Indigenous tribes
Nearly disappeared
Others came
From year to year
Hunters, trappers
And future peers
John Sutter
A Swiss guy
This city became
The place to try
At Sutters Mill
Gold was found
In Coloma
Now ghostly grounds
But this place of new
With its foundations down
Pre 1849
It was just a town
February 27th
1850
This town now
Became a city
In its gorgeous valleys
With 2000 fruit tree's
It's agriculture was born
A taste to please
To the modern world
You should see it now
High rise buildings
A place so proud
As we all remember
From it's infant years
Like every other named city
Shared strife and tears
The past has been
As our future tells
But a certain few
Have to be remembered as well
What these tribes left
So little to show
But a city grew
Called Sacramento
" For Barbara Gorelick "
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The dull steel underside
of clouds otherwise fluffy and white
framed by the pale blue
of a late summer sky.
Looming, lurking, bleak
black clouds that gather
before a storm - the
colour of impending doom.
Soft muted silver of
early morning or dusk
when everything is calm, peaceful
as the world pauses.
The concrete of the buildings
imposing, stern, solemn
even when standing against
a bright, electric blue sky.
The choppy ocean of liquid iron
Wind blowing, wake churning -
ominous, threatening
storm clouds of water.
Grey against grey,
so many shades
and not one without a
deep, melancholy grandeur.
A city of black and white?
Never, not this city of rain.
Only every shade imaginable
of the colour grey.