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:
urbanize, happiness, perspective, political, success,
Form: Free verse
I met a woman fleeing from the triad.
Crossing on a ferry, far from her home
She told me of the life she once had.
In Bosphorus, struggling to hold on.
Her hair was wrapped in a headscarf.
Dreamed about the changes coming.
with a shy smile and freckles spark
the stigma the held began revealing.
That bravest of desire to gain freedom.
Where family dignity does not agree.
That would see her being disowned.
Left to live by myself as a divorcee.
Urbanize, families struggling to manage.
Change is coming by liberal ideas.
within the institution of marriage.
Even in the vast conservative places.
Have Petty old status blowing in the wind.
Freedom has a sense of empowerment.
Familiar friends are left behind.
By subversive acts crossing the continent.
Categories:
urbanize, change, courage, desire, freedom,
Form: Free verse
highways take a fall when we come around
there will never be evidence of resurrection
when we run stop signs, there is no caution to any type of wind
the next several interchanges reek of broken promises and later regrets
wherever we turn, happiness has relocated to anywhere green grass actually grows
now we are jaywalkers claiming everything is okay
lying to ourselves, we urbanize a country road
we go on and on and on and on until we head off in separate directions
i stop for lodging, but you stop for coffee....
Categories:
urbanize, life, love hurts,
Form: Free verse