Towers Poems

The Wooden Towers of the West

They built their kingdoms not on truth,
But on blood and stolen youth.
Their riches rose on broken backs,
Their glory paved with cold attacks.

Not thought, not craft, nor honest toil,
But looted lands and foreign spoil.
Their minds, not forged in sacred fire,
But fed by greed and false empire.

They called it freedom — masked in chains,
Their system thrives on

The Ash of Golden Towers

In the twilight hum of broken cities,
where glass teeth bite the smog-choked sky,
I walked—a stranger to my own time—
past dreams rusted in neon haze.

"This is the kingdom we made,"
whispered the wind through hollow streets,
"not with love, but with longing unfulfilled."


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I. The Circle of Shattered Masks
Faces gleamed in fractured mirrors—
perfect, painted, pixel-deep.
Beneath the glass:
eyes dull as

In a city of shadows and glimmers, where glass towers rise like dreams

In a city of shadows and glimmers, where glass towers rise like dreams
in a starless night, we search for the contours of our own destinies,
shrouded in the fine mist of mornings too hasty to greet us,
we lose ourselves in the labyrinth of streets where every corner hides an untold story,
a long-forgotten memory, lost in the

The West is the Best

What is nowadays West, in a moment of relaxation
While you wait for the green on a crossroad:
Impressions dissolve in stuffiness, preceding rainfall,
Although there are no other signs of rain.
Poor Jim Morrison, the whole generation
Of melancholic, alco-dependant kids 
Was growing old, listening in awe to his invocations. 
He clearly stated the west is the best, 
We

Towers of Shame

Academicians …
masticating and
 grinding their ‘truth’
Spewing out
what they would have us swallow
in gagging choking egotism
Regurgitating it back
in the toxic chunder
of a narcissistic reality
Papering the walls
of modern thought
with the bibs of their retching 
As they hide within
their ivory towers
—festering in mass 

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: September, 2023)

Unbridled Urban Development's Unholy Eyesaw

Oh what a pity
that in David's great city
they built a skyscraping tower.
the which to describe 
my poor words lack all power.

Those who dwell in its heights
enjoy rapturous sights
of the noble city below,
where those in the pit
who look up at it
are denied a commensurate show.

Now who  had the cheek,
if you let me thus speak,
to call

The Free Country

Usa Usa 
The free country 
Remember the day 
Where there were no delays 
Oh shall i say the delays 
Are because of the disgrace 
What we call teenagers of the day 
They are being bashed by standards high enough like the twin towers 
Twin tower that fell 
Violence that arose 
guns with no laws 
Teens

Nine Eleven: Towers To Tears

Take me down to ground zero, brother,
I need to see the truth -
where dark angles from hell
put evil in place,
and three thousand innocents died.

Take me down to ground zero, sister,
I want to feel the void -
when an enemy’s faith 
put death before life,
and cowards made innocents die.

Take us to the five-sided fortress
and also honor the

Ivory Towers

Please, please tell me if I am too much
Sometimes my personality overpowers
If I belabor a point, or scream, or such,
Please, please tell me if I am too much.
If I am losing it, or if I am out of touch,
I need to come down from ivory towers
Please, please tell me if I am too much,
Sometimes my

Stately Blossom Towers

flowers
dancing gaily
on taller slender stalks
wave to us passing cheerily,
planted to color up gray garden walks
remembering how merrily
they'll light up our way  
stately blossom
flowers 

written July 19, 2022

The View From the Towers Clock

The View from the Towers Clock 
David J Walker

At best 
	A Guest is all we really are
Mistaking the sound of thunder
For the voice of God	

Odd
	That we should reclaim 
By name
Ownership 

Over anything 
		And everything

Spring
	Brings dry winds
Sends choking clouds of dust 

Lust 
	Consumes the rest of us

Times 
	Inside the tower's clock Chimes
Rewinds the spring
Reminds us of

The Last Full Moon of the Season

The Last Full Moon of the Season
David J Walker

	Day of past days
Once in the way of 
	This today

Hours of past hours
	Cataloged and
Overlapped with
Horrors of mirrors
	And old age
In ivory towers

A presence within a
Long lost past 
Preserved 
presented
In scrapbooks framed
In ash

A silvery silk web 
stretched tight 
Across the Savoy night 

I await you  
On a moonlit

Towers

I have lived in towers
I have lived with secondhand dreams
that wore out too easily.
My father was a basement for hope,
mother came with me
until she died inside her self-made cage.
In the many towers
women left as quick as they came.
A child was born unto us
a young wife for a while flew
out of a high window
when she returned
we

Twin Towers

Like into a deep mysterious well
the heat unbearable they disappear like dropping stones
once loved and so familiar their faces
going to where what is gone is gone
no time granted to ask why
leaping into the blue sky a death
such dreams and plans they had for tomorrow
everything must now be but as dust

Dedicated to people forced to jump

There and Here Sept 11

There…and Here, 9/11

Never.  In all 
    my days.
(I was at work,
    as a nursery
    manager, watching
    over a dozen tots.)
On my TV, the       
   meteorologist
   was exalting the    

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