Short Hometown Poems
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In my small hometown,
A steel door of a teal store
Always wide open,
People coming and going,
Items paid and spoken for.
Corn stalks dance
In abandoned fields
Like wispy ghosts
Without their husks
As children revel tirelessly
Midwestern skies sapphire encrusted.
Oh, good morning faceless man
It's going to be another summer
Let's think of a way to get along
I'm pursuing your wickedness
I want to play
Peace ??
Herald the black and gold
Helmet's ebony eye
Heroes of Iowa
Heartland fall warriors
Hefty touchdown trophies
Hometown game day glory
Hawkeyes football is back!
9/02/23
Criss-crossing the skies and land
From mountains to meadows
From rivers and lakes to sand
Trains, cars, buses, planes ~
Liberation from hometown chains
If ever presented with a platter of choices
I shall choose a certain kind of calmness.
Unlike the one which holds leaves together before storm,
I choose the kind mingled on faces of ambulance drivers
Of my hometown.
On Sunday, my sister drive
us to church.
On the way, we see two pups
in the entrance
of a driveway of a home.
Two brown pups stand still
to see the morning traffic.
A comfort of joy
refresh a love
toward our hometown.
Form:
In
A
Quiet
Dark night a
Man abandoned his
Lifetime hometown to search a new
Life that brings him better opportunities to grow
Returning many years in an unrecognizable and respectful gentleman
3-12-2016
The British are first to confess
This binary stuff is a mess
For Men's toilet walls show
- a century ago -
"Gentlemen, please do up your dress!"*
* e.g., Welsh singer Tom Jones'
hometown railway station at
Pont-y-pridd
Standing beneath a streetlamp
At my hometown country fair
An odor so refreshing
Was lingering through the air
Thinking about my sweetheart
With my hands upon her hips
And feeling my heart; beating
From the flavour of her lips
The closer we get, the louder we get.
The louder we get, the closer we get.
The closer we get, the younger we become.
The closer we get, the more memories pop up.
Heaven or your hometown? You choose.
Hint: There is no wrong answer.
A stone font and white duck found it renown
This ancient saxon hill-fort town-
Growing to wealth around its four squares
With regular markets and seasonal fairs
Buying and selling sheep,cattle and mares.
Tribute to my hometown Aylesbury
Someone must miss a home.
Although a hometown
has become a city,
it will always be a muse.
Not only poets
express their longing.
And words do nothing
to break this longing.
But I have not reached
my hometown yet.
Sandakan
5 Dec 2016
I watch fields, as nature
Invites pastoral bliss…
Irises and oaks glow
Imbued with morn’s fresh soil;
Igniting rural charm
In mind’s eye . O hometown
Illumines peace … earth’s gift!
2.26.17
Pleiades I :Kim Merryman's Contest
Maunakea comes
into view. Coastlines
from right side windows.
Hilo, my hometown.
Soon we’ll be landing.
I feel the plane
stop and cargo
door with luggage
bumps hold, thumps ramp.
Passengers
and crew says
Aloha.
Flowered
crowned lei.
FRUITS!
in silence
the shire plods his path
in footsteps of the past
Note: On holiday recently,we took a trip by canal barge pulled this way.Very evocative for me, as on my mother's side,her forbears were canal people,and thats how they happened to arrive here in my hometown.
The prison light are
never turned off.
The darkness would
give the
prisoners' imagination to
run and dance in the
fields full of flowers;
to joyfully stroll in the
streets of their
distant hometown.
The lights are
just dimmed.
The prison bars are
ever visible.
Do I look like a clown
My hairs black
My eyes brown
Do I look like a clown
My clock is stuck
My star is down
Do I look like a clown
I don't work in circus
Lhr is my hometown
Do I look like a clown..
In a country as psychotic as this any other response would be crazy.
This city of mine
where the sun does not hide,
extends the horizon,
until the evening...
The hours of sunshine
beat our skins
with beneficial lashes...
This happens until the night
cover us with kisses...
The night caresses us
at sunset, as
we were its own
night landscape... !
Veiled by twisted clouds, the sun shrunk,
the sky turned purple black
and my hometown morphed into junk;
as though shredded by flack.
Trees got torn from the ground
and I cannot rebound;
for my home's now a mound.
The dead, draped in shrouds;
veiled by twisted clouds.
There once was a snowman from my hometown
Who constantly viewed the world upside down
But he had a bad condition
Eyes weren't in the right position
Somehow his eyes were stuck looking at the ground
12-23-17
Contest: Upside Down
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Running through the fields
after the long drive
right into your arms
A little 'ole place
up in the country side
that's where I belong
miles away from my hometown
Call me a hick but i don't care
it's where I feel I belong
Someday it will come
my journeys well rewarded
making everything feel complete
My ancient spirit walks with me through time
Past our old hometown into barbed city existence --
And though sagas of ventures test every flight
This mystic lore from elders to conquer darkness
Stirs a live potion flowing within my bloodline.
Jan 4, 2017: Rooting For 8 To 5
Contest by nette onclaud
Fast wind sees off a dying year
The sense of fall strong
Hurriedly I see off my guests to my hometown
The Double Ninth Day is near
I wish my friends to cheer
Eking out a living as alien here
Has cost me half a year
Nice teachers I see everywhere
What a book of lessons dear
I read The Story of A Stone to my ear
(1975)
We three Snowmen of Detroit are
Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Sledding is more fun than our car.
We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi.
Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh.
Landing in your hometown but staying not long.
To stay through July would just be wrong.