Long Urban sprawl Poems

Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better business opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through...

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Trucks lined up one behind the other with the little that they have left and the drippings from the fountain piled up on top looking for a suitable place to make the next stop but...

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The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies
while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye.
Its frozen stare envelops all, it penetrates and pries,
denouncing loathed dissenters to the keepers in the sky....

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walk the urban sprawl, 
where skyscrapers pierce the sky 
cities bleeding_assoc. 
carnival lights bloodshot dreams that flee, 
like squirrels unconfined biting frost of winter, 
within the tumultuous mind —

stares into the landscape, tattered, mined;

flickering neon...

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  On white lines on valiant wheels
I head north leaving behind the City of Sails
       with its humourless streets,
    its casino steel and glass Sky...

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Aftermath from this er...

attempt to break thru Hadrian's Wall
while roam'n across cyberspace of urban sprawl
dark shadows spill across 
the outer limits of the twilight zone 
whereby edge of night 
creeps brow of me, a Neanderthal!

Yours...

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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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In the concrete jungle where the city's breath stirs,
Civilized man wanders, a ghost in artificial whispers,
Lost to the wild call of instinct’s embrace,
Trapped in a maze of steel, devoid of nature's grace.
His feet tread on...

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While out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout
to defecate arose,
     where sphincter asserted clout
and would excrete
     despite without doubt...

if closing distance
     (to...

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As I walked down Mulberry Street, my pack and the shoes on my feet.
I see a nickel, penny a dime an empty bottle of wine.
Fletcher the old drunk, smelling a bit of a skunk still...

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And I embrace the realm of modern poetry,
Wild and free, its spirit flowing through me.
In a world of ever-changing forms and styles,
I navigate currents with versatile wiles.

No longer bound by rigid rhymes and beats,
I explore...

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Written: July 14, 2025, for a contest sponsored by: Constance La France

Quote: "You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens." Rumi

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Even...

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"What neighborhood is this, we are passing?
I ask the New York Yellow Cab driver.  "Queens,"
he replies.  "I've been a lot of places," I say,
"but I've never been to Queens," where rows 
of houses,...

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Gardens, houses, metaled roads, no tractor and mower
Speed limit grows in reverse, bigger and slower
Brick and concrete slowness teks ower
Sixty, forty, to thirty, where does it stop ?
Down to twenty wi’ houses on top

The infrastructure...

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My roots run deep & strong here in this place you curse & scorn
I couldn’t think of a better place than here to have been born

you say this is a dead end town, where dreams...

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A poet worth his salt is one that feels
each vowel he is tossing in the air;
And poetry's the altar where he kneels
to thank the Almighty in a fervent prayer.

He works as hard as fifty slaves...

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I'll climb again from my stranded slump
claw the walls of this pit too rise
use my legs that have been absent long
to push over the parapet my eyes
i'll struggle through these war remains
kick bone and blood...

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Just one of my favourite Carolyn poems.

All of CD’s poems spoke to me, in some way or other.
She was someone extra special, so much did she give in her
Heartfelt poetry, and so specific in right...

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Trump has been breaking laws
create and cause crime with his claws
prefers premiers and skinny shahs
rile up people with his paws
likes pulling at loose straws
at his hamburger always knaws    
likes women who wear...

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on September 11th of 2001 the Twin Towers did fall
do you think that It was God's wake up call?
In society today where the moral of men have gone completely slack
I pray to my God daily...

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drive-by shootings, domestic violence plus total social anarchy
judges on the take, lawyers on the down-low and police brutality
where is the peace? where is the love? why can't we all get along?
they want to take God...

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Don Christmas socks and ugly sweaters, All.
‘Tis not the season for your being shy.
Come jingling to the Worldwide Christmas Ball.

Let not your woes cast over you a pall.
Be like the brightest star that lights night’s...

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In the heart of the city's thrum,
Amidst the rush and hum,
I, a modern-day nomad, roam,
Seeking treasures in concrete's dome.

Once lost in the urban sprawl,
Now found, heeding the city's call,
In alleyways, forgotten and old,
New adventures waiting...

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Sometimes people live too close to one another
with the scent of lives overlapping lines
psyches stepping on toes and
problems bleeding in through doors & windows.

Neighbors crying, remonstrating, manipulating, and copulating 
demonstrating the need for soundproofing or...

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