Where are the bamboo
Banana husk, dad's stone chair
Mom's vegetable pots.
Where are the rice fields
Peanuts, peas, potatoes
Corn, cassava, sweet and tamarind.
Where is my childhood place
I look for every sunset
Just look out at the simpliest things.
Now I have to fill up everything
To open up the road, open everything else
Why I am not happy at all.
This is the progress you said
Converting farmland to townhomes
Why choose the mountain anyway.
My heart breaks seeing greediness
Easy money dislocating happiness
On the lowly and the unprotected.
How long avarice living the land
Of simple living hide in the sun
God forbade how small conscience is.
Is urbanization answer loophole minds
In the lowland of wizardry breed
Is this what Third World country thinks.
Categories:
urbanization, happiness, perspective, political, success,
Form: Free verse
I see a lot of people hustle,
I notice how they bustle.
I sense a lot of them working ostentatiously,
I know they are tired and hungry
Craving for success, for something new
Yet only a privilege given to a few.
Sick of fiction, got fed up with urbanization
Are you a prisoner of your own nation?
Subordinates obey their bosses
A power that makes one weak, they possess
Will you always agree too easily?
Will you do as they say, eagerly?
You can always disagree and say 'no'
But you can ask too, if you don't know.
Think twice first, know when to kneel
An abused well-being is almost impossible to heal.
You can touch your forehead on the ground
But equality is at times quite hard to be found.
A kowtow should be a token of homage,
A sign of deep respect regardless of age--
Not a truce of superiority, nor an act of fake worship
Of being a slave from your own shadows and steps.
Categories:
urbanization, abuse, anger, corruption, hate,
Form: Rhyme
What was all of this for?
The chopped trees and trash on the weeping shore,
All these beautiful fields,
Now filled with the bones of the killed,
Earths bloodline sucked dry by our own mechanical drills,
Dolphins swimming free,
Drifting from sea to sea,
Captured brutally with a net to be killed mercilessly,
Expiring animal homes,
Destined to die in roam,
Extinction in mass is it to late to ask for forgiveness and to atone,
Population grows,
Urbanization roads,
Concrete labyrinth rows and fathom shows theres nothing left to sow,
Seasons to kill all things,
As if life has only bitter means,
Bringer of death until theres nothing left but contaminated streams,
Lovely sky painted blue,
White clouds the wind pursues,
Mother gaia so true please forgive your children for we know not what we do,
Thinking as I walk alone on the bay,
Water reflecting the moon and stars,
A colder world day by day,
Im pretty sure we are lost by going this far,
Insane is all we can say,
Pointing fingers at who to blame,
Natures dying screams with tears of rain in a dark world not fit to change.
(2017)
Categories:
urbanization, blue, care, creation, earth,
Form: Rhyme
It’s not how much money you have it’s what you do with it ,
Price of living will show the shift of urbanization and the immigration,
Of people moving from up north to the south land is cheap where empty vacancy is available,
A small city to easy it is a lot of immigration of Irish and British decent and that is how they, Classification then same as now days I am see more New York and,
Chicago people pop up in my city one day it will be no reason to move it like the,
World is coming to the city with Puerto Rican and Italian crisis more of them arrive in,
North Carolina which rank close as top ten for people to,
Migrant and what I was told of living up north is it,
Mold in the apartments a person here could live middle income for,
Label force for cheap but not that many great doctor which people are,
Force travel out of county as well for work no wonder they call my city a place for
Retiring but what in world to do when want a date and church is totally out question,
It’s not how much money you have it’s what you do with it,
Urbanization.
Categories:
urbanization, art, love,
Form: Political Verse
"what is your wishing?
my little child, my little idiot
didn't you listen to cross-eyed man?"
"as you may know",
whispered the deranged father,
"inveterate dreamers
have the most fragile belief in life
they're chain-smokers by nature
and with grim rise of urbanization
in the end they only follow
the cold wave to Norilsk"
so I ask again:
"dear mademoiselle
dear chatelaine
dear mistress of nonchalance
aren't your exploits a little bit foolish?
aren't you going a little bit mad?"
and through the amused laugh
the sinister answer follows:
"aren't we all mad here, my dear?"
Categories:
urbanization, imagery, mental illness, surreal,
Form: Narrative
Istanbul bridge,please take me home.
Take me back to the Anatolian empire,where you used your strength to pull Asia and
Europe together.
Then carried the weight of history and urbanization on your back, you took them to civilization.
Please take me to a land of peace,tourism and productivity,
a land of beauty,liberty and hospitality.
Istanbul bridge,please take me home.
Take me back to the beginning of Noah's new world,built on hope,justice and promises.
A beginning that united Man,animals and nature.
A land that oceans boast of,
mountains stand for,
clouds bleed for,
and the sun survives for.
Take me up the hills of Ephesus where Mary slept in peace,
down to the Mediterranean sea that witnessed the war caused by beauty between the Spartans and Trojans.
Take me from the east to the west and from the west to the east,to make new friends overseas.
From the north to the south and the south to the north,to unite nations across boarders. .
istanbul bridge,please take me home
Categories:
urbanization, change, history,
Form: Free verse
I remember that place
in green pastures called home.
But where are you now
“Union Yard, Britton Holm”
Deep in reams of memories
indelible you lay,
reposed at the helm
of a life rushing by.
Guess i’ve played life’s
generation game,
yet somehow you appeared the same!
Misguided my mind
in local pursuit,
when reminded
one does not belong,
the only stranger there was i.
Sometimes I try to tell myself
that life yesteryear was never real,
just a fantasy of one’s youth
the way I use to feel.
“But you are so astute”
No one to change nature’s way
when every step together we retraced,
“Only the human race it seems fluctuates.”
From time to time
the dream awakes, then swiftly abates,
even the memories seem to fall
like autumn leaves
that swirls within the gutter,
when I see urbanization,
spread its wing
like some gigantic woodcutter!
Alas no more the sight
no more the sound
no more the light,
in this life to be found
in that foundation called home,
the last bastion of my folks,
only a memory of love
and a mind at will to evoke!
© Harry J Horsman 2013
Categories:
urbanization, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
Industrialization,
Urbanization;
Metallic sheens overtake
glossy greens
as acrid smoke
chokes the land.
All would seem lost,
but there is hope.
Vast floods drown cemented corruption,
earthquakes crumble the foundation of greed,
wildfires blaze through the gates of moral slavery.
Though she may be down,
she's not out.
Mother Nature is reclaiming her land,
and this time,
she won't be stopped.
Categories:
urbanization, nature,
Form: I do not know?