Short Town Poems
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don't sit
do this
move around
town to town
see whats going down
see the difference taste
go to many places
MEET NEW FACES
its take your time
to shine
go out town
get around
take in the sights
see the city light
its not wrong
for you too
HOP ON
it was a bad sound
was in a strange town
wasn't noone around
by car broken down
i needed other
to help my
HAD
CAR TROUBLE
friends in a my home town help ease
the pain of my loss. A new beginning.
Every day I am thankful to greet and share.
A lot of books hooked down
At his boutique upside down
To wrap goods sold in his town
The way at school he had done
I was born at a very young age.
First the head, then my bum.
Uncertain of which town it was.
Just in the bed with mum.
Riding a mule into town....
Or is it riding me?
There is a new prospective for you..
One you never see.
Darrell
small town bus station
ticket in hand adventure
suitcase and big plans!
if in our town
to get around
stop or shop
jump on
talk on the phone
its like a close marraige
the
HORSE AND CARRIGE
It's so cold had soup bold on the town getting around hard hard to walk and talk. It a hard route its SMOKING MOUTH
i got hook
form the look
of your eyes
so wide
very round
the best in out town
they tell know lies
your
BUBBLE EYES
Lancaster, New York
Mid-west town of the East where neighbors are friends and friends are family!
Written 10.04.2016
stop this fooling around
come back to town
come lets get down
i miss your sound
without you am alone
BABY COME HOME
Form:
. . . sunlit drizzle down
gravelly road back to town
up there, rainbow crown . . .
Dracula -
A freaky friend of mine -
lived in a castle
next to my childhood town.
for John Heck's Contest: Clerihew
A choirboy from Tupelo
Soon saw his fame grow,
From a gospel sound
To world-wide renown-
Ends suddenly in Memphis town.
His parents,
killed.
the whole town
grieved,
but
the whole time
he,
kept his face dry.
-Stephen Kofi Opare Obeng
Form:
SANDSTORM
cold front pushes clouds and soil into town
dry eyes fight the grittiness
of the bully sandstorm
4/7/2018
Place of sorrow with happiness
Song of music with the noise
Dream of targets and the goals
Time for bodies with the minds
Babies, babies everywhere;
So many beds; none to spare
Only babies live in there;
Neonatal town.
its come around
time too
let your hair down
fine a new city or town
go wine and dine
summer bummer
its
VACATION TIME
Old tis. But ugly?
No human facade
This town displays!
What stares back at me
Each shop front from out
Lures in; always.
Camelot slain with JFK
Blood-stained guilt from MLK
Hope left town when Bobby died
~ These shootings left us horrified
its country town
Not to many people around
There is a him mill
We take a chill pill
Go to part at the
Church on the HiLL
they around city and town
some act like a clown
what they say
can be a bad day
to them its cool
don't listen to
A FOOL