Long Urbanization Poems

Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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Ill suited for madcap twenty first century world

One garden variety generic male - the
very writer of these words feels akin
to an anachronism, whereby his being
alive at this juncture within the space/
time continuum (July 29th, 2022...

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Thru an opened bedroom (albeit screened) window...

Accessible twenty four hours a day
seven days a week,
fifty two weeks a year.

Spring 2022 Curtain call at
Highland Manor Apartments unit b44
framing Mother Nature nook
ever changing scene unfolds
analogous to storybook.

I...

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Cerulean sky in the quiet jungle was shook up by the unexpected tremor of a white and red bimotor plane. Larry, a tall, olive skin, green eyes, was the handsome pilot of the plane called...

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Happy two thousand nineteenth birthday Autumn - September 23, 2019!

Despite twittering, uber
sputtering kickstarting
onset of cool weather
argh, another brief daily spate
re: forecasting blistering,
nauseating, sweltering...
ninety degree plus Fahrenheit

temperature forecast
(along eastern seaboard)
courtesy mister summer,
who will overstay his welcome
hoop fully...

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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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I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach!

Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices,
yours truly moost best be famished
resembling lovely bag of bones
beyond irreparable damage
wrought courtesy anorexia nervosa
nevertheless literary masterpieces
one written quick succession...

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Though I posted the following poem 
(B)efore (C)ovid, a sense 
of glee donned my being 
the notion arose to trumpet anew
said literary handily crafted endeavor.

Not far from here – Perkiomen Valley -
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
regular folks going...

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Regarding yours truly
he experienced setback
amplified by Luddite propensity
nostalgic longing for simpler age
bring back horse and buggy
better yet find me a mancave
and/or apprise me
ideally via email
Flintstone web page modality

allowing, enabling, and providing
excellent linkedin access
whereby augmented
and/or augmented...

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Every day the news by best jailor
Since my hours run fast through the sweat
To put comas in the bills every month
And fill the never full belly engine
In the midst of the crowd they said
That’s why...

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Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu 
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School 
   (situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails...

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Ah... already the summer 
approaches closing time,
but yours truly can squeeze 
one more rhyme 
before September first,
thus the following lines after...

Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow
leaves...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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Aghast at explosive industrialization/
urbanization once sacred wild woodland
whittled away overlain bumper crops
comprising trappings green lighted
supposedly signaling progress unwittingly
overrides avast enclave (teeming with

diverse flora and fauna passively cleared,
dominated, expropriated by dictate of
commercialization, exploitation, fabrication
fueling amalgamation, fabrication,...

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Two hundred forty two
(12.1 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations

in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,

now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known...

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Brainstorming, concentrating
panning... for poem
idea shattered brew
tilly by deafening seasonal
greensward cutting crew
contracted throughout summer to mow

leaves of grass
every Tuesday, which drew
attention toward fragrant aroma
seeping into nostrils
of me - match hew,
heavily negated true

quiescence courtesy ear splitting
soundcloud of...

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Decade ago, the world laughed,
at the hole in the ozone layer,
the global warming was a joke,
the scientists got ridiculed.

Now a decade later, the ground hog is confused,
the grizzly bears can't hibernate,
the polar bears can't find...

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What was all of this for?
The chopped trees and trash on the weeping shore,
All these beautiful fields,
Now filled with the bones of the killed,
Earths bloodline sucked dry by our own mechanical drills,
Dolphins swimming free,
Drifting from...

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I remember that place
in green pastures called home.
But where are you now
“Union Yard, Britton Holm”
Deep in reams of memories
indelible you lay,
reposed at the helm
of a life rushing by.

Guess i’ve played life’s
generation game,
yet somehow you appeared...

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It’s not how much money you have it’s what you do with it ,
Price of living will show the shift of urbanization and the immigration, 
Of people moving from up north to the south land...

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Istanbul bridge,please take me home.

Take me back to the Anatolian empire,where you used your strength to pull Asia and
Europe together.

Then carried the weight of history and urbanization on your back, you took them to civilization.

Please...

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I see a lot of people hustle, 
I notice how they bustle. 
I sense a lot of them working ostentatiously, 
I know they are tired and hungry
Craving for success, for something new
Yet only a privilege...

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"what is your wishing? 
my little child, my little idiot
didn't you listen to cross-eyed man?"
"as you may know", 
whispered the deranged father, 
"inveterate dreamers 
have the most fragile belief in life
they're chain-smokers by nature
and with...

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