Town Poems - Poems about Town

I saw one with the placidness of death A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow, By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous. Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets, Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta. I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —! A plague that humbled one...

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You ask me why I live in cave Caveman not want to be a slave I take a chance and look around I see that people act like clown Your little ones you not take care You always running here and there You drop them off at crazy school No discipline when they break rule They spend their time in front of screen You...

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Yes, I am a hick from a hick town where people look out for each other. a town where people chip in money for baby showers, weddings, funerals or a kid who needs shoes a hick town where everyone knows everybody else’s story where we are not afraid to eat a stranger’s baked goods or give a hitchhiker a ride we still...

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Native Americans call me 'Paleface' 'Roundeye' say the Chinese race to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales altho' a 'Limey' in New York I answer to none such hails once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom' you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone) he may even be your (best) 'Pal'...

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In Gboko, where the dust motes dance and play, A town, a city, a people, some would say. What defines its spirit, a riddle, a quest, With a gait too familiar, putting all to the test. "Gboko!" he calls, by name, with a grin, "Seems we're acquainted, where have you been?" For here, familiar strangers, a curious clan, Know each other better...

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No riots today in my small town No protestors or police around Everywhere I look, peace and quiet On Main Street, three dogs lie down ...

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Visiting the small town of my youth, I longed to find lost moments of truth. I tried to find the hope left behind, Time and young days are hard to unwind. I never forgot this town, or names. Time changed it, yet it is still the same. The difference is time has erased All the moments of our time and place. Buildings where...

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huge hullabaloo in angel town A jumbo jet has landed upside down Where is the queen? We asked. Bring the crown! She arrived minutes later, in a gold brocade gown. Who landed this plane? She asked with a frown. I did, said the handsome pilot, Jack T. Brown Were any hurt? Did any get lost or drown? Of course not, he stated....

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[Verse 1] He rolled down Main where the trees used to line Stopped by the diner, but they changed the sign Faces in windows, but no one looks twice Just another stranger passing by He once knew this place like the back of his hand Built it with neighbors, not just shifting sand Now it’s towers and flyers, growth in the air But...

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He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us....

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My town is a very friendly city, Filled with great music and attractive art. Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees An incredible Air Force base with planes, that soar above the small town I call home. Peaceful rivers where most go in summer. Tasty southern meals at every table, Worshiping churches everywhere you go, Historic culture all...

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~ O grid of boundaries ~ graffiti b l e e ...

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The cattle barons rode into town They were dressed in blah, black and brown Faces stoic and plain Bulls of Iowa fame They marched to the square to confront the clown The clown was frightened of these big six There was not a happy one in the mix Hamburger? No way! We are here to stay Clown, owner of the diner, was in a...

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On the road to Lunch Bucket Town I met a grape, crushed and stomped down I added some mayo said the stunned hound Got lucky that day in Lunch Bucket Town...

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Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem? Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim. Their mother was dead, so she could not help them. She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim. Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day To...

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