Manholes Poems - Poems about Manholes

...Some may say grand dragon others grand wizard either or it began in 60s everything was a bit chaotic the death of John f Kennedy Bobby Kennedy pope John XXlll my birth and Martin Luther kings famous ......

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...The earth moans the earth and blood is soaked into dirt, the beatitude stands still and the mountain goat is grazing patiently on the hill. The birds are conducting Sunday morning mass and the leader......

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...Old wooden houses In need of a paint According to the authorities The red faded roof The white peeling walls The veranda worn bare By the children who lived there And under the floor, thru man......

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... the rain that drowned the sidewalks dampened down the night-time heat creating steam through manholes from the pipes beneath the street and set against this backdrop of a vibrant city beat ......

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...When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest ......

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...Sewers possess a beauty all their own belching gas you can hear them hiss and groan. A maze that stretches for hundreds of miles they remove our stench and leave us with smiles. Such ......

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...what do you need to be told to make you capable of pragmatic liberation which could be the foundation to a new assessment of the inevitable darkness is our measure but never our limit its manic ......

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...hear others out there, just beyond my wall-wrapped sharing space they break on through, sneaking inside my head far above, front-nosed pilots point high-flying seated people tubes passengers......

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...At first, only a few droplets fall from heaven to quench the heat. And like drips of perspiration, splashes start to freckle the street. What begins as a light sprinkle morphs into a r......

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...A Kidney Tale It is a sorry tale that greeted this writer in his early morning read.... Of a schoolboy and his kidney that had to be separated in earnest.. Headlined Boy Loses kidney After Fal......

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...The stops signs ‘yield’ to our egos The traffic lights flash red as we go! The dust we kicked up as we blast through The paper waste that drifts on the smoke filled air The giant potholes swall......

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...When I was a child in Los Angeles, you could size up groups approaching by watching their movements. I remember this gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down t......

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...might’ve eaten you up & spit you out, might’ve drown you out with the hurricane of late, might’ve drained your pockets, might’ve taken you for all you had & cheated you of what you dreamed, but for s......

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