Poems About the City Published by Members Recently Online
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
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oldmanG
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
15th Nov 2024 5:03am
White China Moon
White china moon
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
Floating across Montana
Spy high above the clouds
In the land of the silos
Red china moon
Bobbing and weaving
Powered by the sun
About 60000 feet high
Looking for clues
White china moon
Floating by Missouri
Across the plains
Heading for where the wind goes
Red china says it’s about the weather
This balloon that strayed into our land
It’s not what they say but what they do
Can’t believe in their truth
Scramble the jets over South Carolina
6 miles...
#America
#city
#manipulation #secrets
#manipulation #secrets
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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4 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
7th Jul 2024 00:41am
Waiting for a Bus in the Rain
Wearing sunglasses despite the gloom,
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
the patter of the rain, a not unpleasant chill.
The people passing with umbrellas,
the head-lamped TESCO trucks
projecting mirages that shiver in drops.
The industrial yard just ahead, which though
no doubt scentless creates that cold
machismo smell of gasoline I like
despite its ugliness, like mum’s cigarettes
and mangy dogs. Someone’s torn the sticker
that demands “free Palestine” and death
to capital. The two decrying dairy farms
and animals in science labs have fared better.
Impressions...
#city
#myself
#nature #philosophical
#nature #philosophical
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4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
430 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
430 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
430 reads
8 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
2nd Jan 2021 7:01am
Golden Empire
The landscape changes every ten miles in each direction
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
Ranches and fields to the south and west
A brown panorama due to fracking in the north
And large farms to the east, leading to the mountains
To the southern tip of the Sierras
Although most of the town is flat
On the outskirts
The roads move up and down with the terrain
Where the land is open and wide
On the highways you can drive for miles
And see nothing but fields
You can see the migrant workers
Working under the hot summer sun
Working in the harshest...
#home
#city
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
430 reads
8 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
16th Nov 2024 5:59am
The Star That Never Sleeps
Through the north window my chamber glows,
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
A star with uncanny light bestows.
Through long hellish hours of blackness and fear,
In the autumn of the year, when winds jeer,
From the north they curse and whine,
Through red-leaved trees, the swamp’s grim design,
Where mutterings in shadows creep,
Under the horned moon's baleful sweep.
I sit, by the casement's cold embrace,
And watch the star that holds its place.
Cassiopeia reels from her heights so bright,
Charles’ Wain lumbers through the night. ...
#city
#memories
#regret #stars
#regret #stars
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