Short Metropolis Poems
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Trees start to blossom
Rising from the city streets
New York battles on
Thousands of eyes look upward
Joy in the metropolis
Urban sprawl
The neon-bright skyline
Towers over
The sleeping city,
Metropolis in full bloom.
W.A. CHOLT . COPYRIGHT Fergal O Reilly 2017.
The monopoly metropolis, o'er the mass.
The sun has set 'pon the great pass.
All for one and none for all,
the old grey miser throws a ball;
...no peasants allowed.
Form:
Atmosphere and emotion.
Smoke, confusion.
Lose themselves, in mad-sent ways
Once trapped therein.
Sensibilities, pure-eyed
Shockably wide
Dull. And o'erexposed, contract;
To a cynic's grin.
This is for John John but you may read it as well
Boise isn't a thriving metropolis but it's famous as hell
For a certain poet friend
Over backward I'd bend
For this fine gentleman, from the rooftops I yell
Metropolis didn't have any more phone booths which wasn't fair,
Clark Kent now having to change out in the open air,
one day while he was changing,
elderly ladies started fainting,
thinking he was some stripper from Chippendales.
Slowly go out of the city lights.
Only the bright neon lights blinding,
Merging into a thin, thin thread.
Into the night skyscrapers,
The noise of the city was quiet.
And outside the metropolis draws
Bright scattering on a dark background.
Flash of red
on the avenue
Streetlights turn from red to green
Car stops - money exchanged
A short spell of passion
then the two of them go their separate ways
Streetlights continue to shine
This metropolis is full of pain
FROSTY DAY IN THE CITY
Wetless day, birdless trees,
Witless denizens of metropolis
Long await the bus into
The delights of Manchester.
Townless bus waiters -
Their earphones are essential
For Deaf Man’s Buff -
Tuneless music.
Liquid ambrosia rhythm.
Flows through the metropolis heart steel drum driven.
As transcendent as our lives and the chords struck within it.
Allow us this one indulgence of wine and song.
Rendered through psalms shouted from native sons.
MACABRE
Mayhem like flotsam wood.
Metropolis types out:
Murder. Victim floating -
Marred, strapped to slot machine.
Macabre tourist sight.
Mountains blue, green and RED,
Malice toward fellow man.
2nd Place
4/19/2017
Pleiades Form - M contest
Exciting tunes
of a city
captured in music
Dance the mental dance
we have know
electric lights appear in
our mind
Shining lights
Multi colored shining lights
notes flying
through the air
yes, we will find joy
in the heart of the metropolis
Flash of red
on the avenue
Streetlights turn from red to green
Cars stops - money exchanged
A short bit of passion
then the two of them go their
separate ways
Streetlights continue to shine forming wavy patterns
on the ground
This metropolis is full of pain
This is for one, low and old.
Peterborough metropolis.
We have a Waitrose too, Vivacity has the power.
Metropolis genuine life, old and low.
Homeless, give them a Council House, there are enough.
M&S is sceptre special in Queensgate.
We are tired of working, Peterborough relaxes.
Genuine life, unreplaceable.
Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in Furious winds
lightning, as sight transcends this domain
Her hair fair as raven wings
Heat ripples in waves of engines thunder
Into this incandescent night.
Out of soft dreams we leap.
With a strange cadence.
As if to a beat.
Lock step metropolis crawl.
Hot on the blood trail.
To the feeding at dawn.
Keys to turn.
Numbers to dial.
With casual serpentine smiles.
Nothing to see here.
No new traditions to make.
While last night's abandoned dreams await.
Marine metropolis,
manatees moving methodically,
mackerel moseying,
maiden mermaid muses,
many much moxie magical mermen,
magnetic, masculine, mystical,
masters melodious mellow maritime music,
midsummer marvelous, merry,
myself-moonstruck mania minded,
my mission- meeting mesmerizing,
mysterious, mischievous,
magnificent merman!
Stars tumble from shattered edges
Charter in the sounds of daybreak
The other side of the planet
Leave this river after a few drinks
A man's teary eyes
Aiming for the bright lights of the metropolis
It can be seen in the distance
The crane let out a screech
Repairing the ripped sky
Written: March 21, 2023
Something in the Times
today
about organizing
the strippers
Not a bad thought
These
women
provide
a break
from the humdrum existence
of many men
in our cold metropolis
Who out there in the darkness
remembers Cher's
"Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves"
Every night the men
would come around and.......
Raining today
in the big apple
Yes, this metropolis is still here
Despite the
fact
that
we
have
been attacked
Yes, the masses of people
still long to visit
this "Baghdad on the Hudson"
as O.Henry named it
It is not Paris, Tel Aviv or London
But it is the place
I call home
Personally I think this city
will survive ,flourish and grow
Imagine that
all the sounds of
the city suddenly
become still
imagine that the
entire city's
population opened
their eyes
to see the reality
behind the shadows
of the metropolis
between the sand
know that
millions of
other hearts
beat to the
soft drumbeat
as thousands move
slowly
urban tapestry
unravels
There survives a burg, strangled by,
A fume as thick as thieves,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The adroit aggrieved.
Skyscrapers and broad avenues,
Where vast trains shunt and squall,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The vestige’s caterwaul.
Where night tide is perennial,
The gargoyles chill and ward,
Aged curves and finials resist,
Thick gnarling walls contort.
Form:
As the sun sets upon the asphalt homeland
Stars appear above
the metropolis
Weary eyes gaze up in wonder
as the dots in the vast darkness
They are really suns
some larger - some smaller
The stars stimulate urban dreamers
Starlight illuminates the lovers on the Planer Earth
A heavy sense of peace
descends on the city
Did you not know that
the universe is sending you its love?
He's an urban redneck
Likes his George and Madflex
He's country and what's next
Metropolis with crops
From barn to the city
Farming in the nitty-gritty
He's surrounded by concrete
Too many suburb plots
Sticking to dirt past
Agricultural for the future
He's certain who are unsure
Aware of hidden costs
Plowing his own stake
And modern, make no mistake
He's in tune to the horizon
Up until he drops off
On the August of the twelve,
year eighteen thirty tree,
Chicago became city.
First skyscrapers here erected.
Railroad, not the canal
made Chicago metropolis.
In Chicago controlled first
done atomic was reaction.
Fancy zipper from Chicago
made the famous fashion show,
brought convenience to us all.
American native name –
spirit of great Manitu.
Many nations have here home.