Poetry Blogs (2012, city)
This life, this people, this city.
All living in a certain geographical area – here, this city.
Dying eventually, one day which only God knows.
Today under a tram or of old age.
This city with many names, is it like your city?
I know you were a cold war target, so were we.
People make love, fight, laugh, cry
in your city just like in my city.
You have been...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:15 am
City lights within reach
So close to the ground
Stars too far above
There're too much clouds
City lights within reach
This is how we reach for the stars
Friday 30th March 2018 4:42 pm
I had a dream in that city again. Inside the nebula of chaos. It is night. The bookshelves of lights on the streetscape throb; red, yellow, cyan, red. It feels like Amsterdam dipped in oil. A black bridge leaps across an equally blackened street. A subway entry to the bottom right. The towers lurking at the back lean effortlessly over the road. The buildings are mere shadows, blacker than the nigh...
Wednesday 14th December 2016 5:54 pm
We all hate the government
but what can you do
just drink in the evening sun
talking with old friends
A little place I know
when our graft is done
Cobbled streets, thin passageways
snaking pipes embrace the buildings
in the shadow cast by evening sun
standing with good friends
A little place I know
let’s grab a bus
Who voted 'leave', not one man here
Saturday 20th August 2016 12:18 am
I leave by front door. Climb up, north,
beyond cardboard houses lining the route
away from the roaring city.
But, no lie, sound travels; on bridges of air,
rivers of dust, canyons delved by word and cry.
The swarming bustle echoes down centuries;
building, toil, murder, love, revolution, dying birdsong;
hate, war; the engines of humanity, channelled, set.
I walk away,...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:19 am
A silent, night sky is loud with the city’s glow.
Reflections upon the water; lead thoughts below.
the humming is fuel to the fire,
for the electric, funeral pyre.
Colors show who you really are around here,
there is no time for fear.
Or is there? - where’s little sister?
If you see her, say I miss her.
Rain beating down like laughter on my ears;
Monday 4th May 2015 7:51 am
Have you ever gazed into a tranqil pool?
its calm and cool, deviod of the haste and struggle.
a ripple can disturbe its calm and somehow only make it more beautiful.
life above it, below it, around it, in it. and it says ever still.
i chalenge you, find that in your citys and your towns.
weve disturbed that tranquil pool. and lost what we did not know we ever had.
... I want it b...
Sunday 9th November 2014 12:04 pm
ODESSA - MY PRINCIPESSA
About many famous cities we can talk:
London, Paris, Naples or New York,
But when you walk along Odessa
You will love our principessa
If you are wise enough and not a bore.
The fact is such,
The fact is such:
There’s no city in the world
I love so much.
You will smile to the famous Duke,
From the second ...
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:14 am
They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unites us all
A hotel, a shed - who ca...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
Somewhere, the 9 till 5 office worker stops me with a deadpan stare,
Fixes me with the times of timetables passed, the graph paper squares
Of tomorrow’s schedule. The high-rise offices never bother to look down.
I never liked the city.
Never really cared
for the city’s callousness, its daily suicide,
the shadow at the top of each building that watches with certainty.
Tuesday 31st January 2012 9:14 am
CITY UNDER THE SEA
Thousands of years ago there stood a huge prosperous city on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea.
Sea level was lower then and the ocean was smaller and less deep. Over the years the sea level rose, covering and drowning this magnificent place.
Many people tried to stay to ride out the storm but the flood of water became deeper and deeper until it was ...
Tuesday 24th January 2012 6:33 pm
To Whom It May Concern,
Please ensure it rains on Sunday morning
For the rain washes away the shame
Of the city streets,
Neutralises the urine,
Disperses the vomit
And makes us clean again.
Pure and untainted rain
The antithesis of the city
Transparent and true
Falling without discrimination
On the people and ground below.
Friday 9th April 2010 4:40 pm
Oh to be once more in the depths of green
Escape from the bustle of the present mainstream
Soak up the magic of natures verdant glory
Linger there a while and pen the story
For refuge what can ever surpass this haven
An acorns throw away from the commercially enslaven...
August 10th 2009
Friday 4th September 2009 10:18 pm