Viaduct Poems | Examples

HER

In the midst of a wet night,
Discovered myself upon a viaduct.
Straggled or vagrant, uncertain.
Not petrified by the dark, rumbling sky,
Amazed to find the place familiar.

I perceived the faintest advancing steps,
On turning back, delighted with her presence.
The cold, shivering breeze, 
Waved her black long hair.
I insisted not to blink.

She ambled,
At my fore now, only whispered.
I apologize greatly, for concealment, for eons.
I was denied your presence: a shadow's grace.
Only welcoming death set my soul free.

Fate unveiled its script,
Offering me a last goodbye.
Imparting my truth before the noose claims me.
My world knows no dawn since....
Now gone, shine bright, bring me dawn once more.

Conveying my farewell,
I plunged into the water.
Bewildered-reincarnated.
Faced....
My damp eyes.

Body of a Fallen Tree

within a pock, a lonely copse
a one-time proudly standing duke
lay collapsed a pearly corpse 
strewn, now stretched across a dyke
no mortar, stone or brick to budge
a single chain links an area  
no sleeves rolled blueprint for this bridge
it’s not as grand as Knaresborough
growing moss along its course
this felted dew-born viaduct
where mice, voles and squirrels cross
the span, the trickle of a brook
wind savage sword angrily killed the ogre
leaving a gnarled, lost and forgotten auger

Brilliant Civil Engineer

builder of….
garabit viaduct
eiffel tower
consultant to statue of liberty
brilliant civil engineer Gustave Eiffel
contributed to all three
researched meteorology and aerodynamics
made major contributions to both fields

Feel Good

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#_#G rowing #a rdent influence time, ore
#_#U pon #p ainted vows 'mid grace
#_#N ature #p resents evermore search readiness
#_#K een #y our life strength obvious
#_#A cting #b een entertained undrape winning 
#_#N ever #i gnite above captivity impatiently
#_#M is-spelt #r isks renew hitherto nurtured
#_#I mprove #t hy nimble age gig

#_#O f #h uge leisure forethought swiftly
#_#L o, #d ays of enummerating viaduct
#_#A ffluence #a chievements via e-books come
#_#M ore #y ears emblaze ligth ceasing 
#_#I nmost #m oment flowering image engrave
#_#D early #a dore unending never-ceasing secret
#_#E piphany #n oble nirvana's glories saved

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A Game of Musical Chairs

It is a game of musical chairs
We elect them in pairs
Out with one, in with another
A father replaced by a mother

We vote for the wrong reason
We rotate faces every season
They call it democracy, supreme
Designed to bring in the cream

The metropolis must work
The County, their responsibility must not shirk
No water at home; lights on the blink
An Expressway viaduct at the front gate, they sink

Crossing Troubled Waters

Beneath my bridge the troubled waters surged
with white caps brazen under dark gray skies
and baptized in the waters I was purged
as “scales of blindness” dropped from off my eyes.

10/16/20

taken from Viaduct of Faith, written 5/11/20
for Greg Barden's Rithimus Divisa 10 Poetry Contest

Donaldson's Woods

Limestone’s steady stream still pours
from the small cave’s mouth
half-way up the hill,
keeping the small pond full.

The dam of chiseled boulders
guides water’s flow into the viaduct,
standing on ever higher pillars,
toward valley’s mighty wheel.

Water’s power turns large stones
to grind each farmer’s harvest,
and iron blades create straight boards
from greedy men’s harvested trees.

But woods nearby,
where saw’s voice can still be heard
remain untouched by axe’s blade
or farmer’s itchy hands.

Trees that Donaldson saved still stand--
mighty birch among the oak and hickory
tower over cleared land,
preserved for hiker’s eyes and feet.

Virgin growth of massive trees
bring peace to those who
walk its ancient paths
and view this modern rarity.

Viaduct of Faith

Beneath my bridge the troubled waters surged
with white caps brazen under dark gray skies
and baptized in the waters I was purged
as “scales of blindness” dropped from off my eyes.

Below me rushed the waters turbulent,
turgid and rolling as the foamy brine.
Tossed in times of losses' great bereavement
only faith was a bridge of its own kind.

Beneath my bridge the troubled waters raged
with mighty winds and current also strong.
Why fret and fight against the challenged stage.
I crossed the bridge with faith and l lived long.

Over troubled water is a path I know,
viaduct of faith one travels to and fro.


5/12/20

Hidden Inside, Guess My Name

Viaduct    of   the  entire  human  race

Kept Always  unmentioned for fear of  shame

I determine  Gender    and phenotype

Even though so  important, silenced name

Centuries of insults,torments, name blame

Ladies be proud of me and not Ashamed!

Salt City Syracuse

Salt City Syracuse, You dwell in Mid State,
You are used for testing new products,
Rebuild, rebuild where you are,
15th Ward East, Southside of town,
81 came it decimated you,
Know home you know more,
81, Upstate Med is now,
What is the emotion of families you dislodged,
Highway robbery some may say,
Hundreds of families—many of color,
Forced to relocate, nowhere to go.

Now it has run its course,
Time to come down, down,
15th Ward, would you be renewed,
Urban Renewal to the rescue,
Who will come now,
Viaduct, Community Grid, Orange Tunnel concept,
Which one will it be,
Do the City have the key,
Or at what fee,
Salt City Syracuse, open your eye for us to see,
Families displaced, give us back the key.

A Twin Fireless Room

The hearts that do not beat
Quiet in the viaduct;
        A steeled echo husked
Alchemic clones vastly entreat.

I slipped you a talking pill
As the loam, pulsing dust of cars
Filled up on dark shofars.
       I slip on an unwritten will.

Eerie green bolts fill the firmament;
   Arbor confusion hangs an effigy
       Inviting the serial hinterlands decree
To dream green seals the parchment.

The serrated squid with a man's face
Opens its serpent eyes, preemptive;
       Swamp spirits deliberate a redemptive
blue hesper corroding Man's one race.

I am Electricity—I laugh at thunder
Bellowing at my helm, unaware
That electricity is not all I share
With my unseen body: Heark Asunder.

Gryphons, gargoyles and cornsilk eyes
        Trifecta on the organ: my song
Of deafness slides into deep wrong,
As a wish to eradicate all a wish denies.

Our hearts unlocked that haste to bleed
inky filth in the sleeping bag,
        plush lips imparting terror gag
at pitch-lit bones' fireless greed.

Pyrotechnics

I built a large arch of roses
So I could walk to you.
Scarlet visions in mass doses
Numbed my thorn - torn shoes. 

The floral scent dripped firmament, 
And lovers dreams of you;
But once I went to where we met,
You ran me through and through. 

I lost my balance, down I fell,
From my rose viaduct. 
But on the ground I found a match,
And considered it luck.

Burning bridges never felt so good.
Losing everything did me right. 
Earning stitches felt like it should,
A stinging aftershock of insight.

Haiku Freight

Freight train clattered by

over a tree lined viaduct  ~

golden oriole sings .

Free Cee Exceptionally Exempt

EXCEPTIONALLY EXEMPT

Her words were worthless
Her promises preempted
Her vows were not vehement
Until from her life I was exempted

I buried my soul within her hardened heart
I dug a grave for a most grave situation
She took my picture of the future and tore it apart
While I was fixated on falsified fascination

Emptiness has now replaced what she once filled
There is a hole in this man no one can see
The woman’s worthless words were by woe willed
And if judgment be hers pleasant it will not be

She was my bridge to beauty
But that viaduct was set afire
I saw pleasing her as my duty
Subservient to a born again liar
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Free Cee a Violent Viaduct

A VIOLENT VIADUCT

I search for the viaduct of my soul
woe the womb
a method of madness someone's goal
there you are
standing in silence
telling me to ignore the violence
blood, slime, and a gift representative of the brightness from above
more often then not a product wrought of lightness and love
I own no philosopher's stone
and ain't nothing but a stranger in this world all alone
you keep growing further away
and what's that you say?
that I am a coward for running away
my body rigid as the pylons where we used to meet
I am like a round rock that will not roll
as I search for the viaduct of my soul 
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