Penthouses Poems - Poems about Penthouses

...In the maze of concrete and glass, where tall buildings reach the sky, rivers of money flow, but only to the chosen few. Below, a shadowy city exists, filled with hard work and grime, where d......

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... Peace? No, not in the halls of Congress! And no, not in the fractious halls of the United Nations. Nor in major city streets. And no I can't demand you fall down and adore me simply b......

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...Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade where you must balance precariously for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all It’s far too risky to care ......

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...From way up high I wish you could see All of God’s beauties surrounding me Mountain tops covered in dazzling white snow Sapphire blue clouds reflecting in oceans below Carefree and gentle the r......

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...I. The Fish Crow is an outcast amongst the seagulls Standing on the hot Miami sand At the end Of our rose-colored beach towel Nodding and blabbing half-heartedly Nuh-uh nuh-uh To the lack ......

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...How dare you desecrate the Capitol with urine and feces! Even filthy pigs refuse to defecate near their own dwelling place. How dare you flaunt confederate flags, grim reminders of our bloody histo......

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...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII for Carlos Bousoño, the eminent Spanish critic, poet and professor who maintained that if you don't like the "humorist", you're not likel......

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...Streets come alive in neon pink at night Sidewalks drink up rains remains In alley ways in covered shadows Tall buildings stand too close for comfort The cracks between the swallowed light Hol......

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...Penthouses Are not the retreat They are the meat That sandwich the talent On balconies Away from the juice That produces Abuse and misuse Of time better spent With friends And open ......

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...Goodnight to our Rome with all your garrisons and your streets that have become as loveless as empty barracks. For you I will never weep. After all, your Senators Who made the deals To keep th......

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...Sad lions set in Moscow stone Watch motion streams With lips so pulled and long They follow people flows Sad faces, smiles, tears and laughs Fragments glum or grey Sad lions sucking on spaghet......

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...Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside, strung like the Kite’s Loft display. Free and now flowed with the tide, as we watched the sunrise of each day. Center courts of youth and bouncing Pen......

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...Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken sp......

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