Municipal Poems - Poems about Municipal

...Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind. I became a glove for your love. I gave you time, I gave you my tongue so you could speak a moment of ecstasy. You gave me Cauliflower cheese, the......Read the rest...

...Just sitting down in my most visited space looking back with eyes wide open not closed viewing the scene again this time the life took my thoughts to a once-upon-a-time-sweet taste of a beginner's li......Read the rest...

...Queue, in my nation, is a customary circumstance, Women, each day, stand in queues for municipal water; Young and old, before government ration stores, stand in trance, Youths, with diplomas, sta......Read the rest...

...I've been warmly remembering your peak solidarity experience joyfully shared When you suggested in a state-wide wisdom circle that our cooperative advocacy might feel more robust and become ......Read the rest...

...All my favorite on-line EarthJustice and Transformation and Compassion and Global Peace resources are scientifically and inter-religiously sure we have all the information and physical resourc......Read the rest...

...Diversity explores both resonant and opposing positions with nearly predative anticipation And such perversely curious reverse revisioning diversity deplores with monoculturing anxiety quiet......Read the rest...

...Down by the only lily pond around here the air is brisk and not particularly subtle as it blows its windy nose. It's not exactly a Monet painting the setting is a little too municipal and cert......Read the rest...

...When I was 12 our family arrived at Croydon. Everything seemed grander a real Municipal town we had record and camera shops and departmental stores everything seemed geared for conspicuous expe......Read the rest...

...My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin - Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today) After a whole week......Read the rest...

...Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me, shouted me over for a fight, I told him ‘Hey mate, I’m not in your league’ ‘Young man.’ He said with glint of vic......Read the rest...

...A trackless wind scatters his mind leaves fly away where no leaves are. A hummingbird inside his chest drums, the evening is escaping down roads long plowed over with remorseless change. It ......Read the rest...

...Potpourri starship jetting through the black hole In your eyes sparkle the retina jaded surprise Dew drops droughts in ranges filled with cactus flowers Glaciers frost environmental pl......Read the rest...

...Mary, the daughter of some parental friends, is on her high-school-senior college-tour and my mom (on Face Time) told me their plans called for them to be in New Haven over the weekend. “Would you......Read the rest...

...The authors and their associates wish to offer an enthusiastic round of applause to The Bywater Bone Boys Social Aid and Pleasure Club for their gracious hospitality and inspirational charm. Welc......Read the rest...

...In ecstatic climaxing designs for healthy multicultural communications ecopolitically correcting currently imbalanced unhealthy disempowering outcomes Our most resiliently robust productions ......Read the rest...