I should just drive around this city and take photos of all the buildings I've been humiliated in.
quote by Moon Unit Zappa
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The Smart Native And The Foolish Citizen
A BUSH MAN WAS TAKEN TO A CITY AND ON ARRIVAL AT THE CITY HE BEGAN TO STARE AT THE MARVELOUS CONSTRUCTIONS BY THE CITY PEOPLE!
A MAN WALKED UP TO HIM WHERE HE STOOD, AND ON NOTICING HIS NATIVE CLOTHINGS, THE MAN INSTANTLY KNEW THAT HE WAS A NOVICE, AND THE MAN WALKED UP TO HIM, CLEARED HIS VOICE AND SAID, HEY MR! WHAT BE THY ERRAND HERE? AND HOW MUCH HAVE YOU PAID FOR THE SIGHTINGS? HE ASKED THE BAFFLED NATIVE WHO REPLIED, PAID? I DIDN'T THAT I HAD TO PAY TO LOOK AT BUILDINGS! AND THE CONMAN QUICKLY RETORTED! AHA! YOU HAVE COMMITED A CRIME KNOWN AS LOOKERY BY CREDIT! AND IF YOU FAIL TO PAY, YOU WILL EARN A JAIL TERM OF SIX MONTHS! HE STATED AND THE NATIVE SAID, OH PARDON ME SIR, I HAVE ONLY LOOKED AT THREE BUILDINGS! THE CUNNING CITIZEN SPOKE, SAYING, THAT WOULD BE THREE DOLLARS! A DOLLAR FOR A BUILDING! THE NATIVE PAID THE MONEY AND WALKED OFF SMILING MISCHIEVIOUSLY AS HE TOUGHT TO HIMSELF! FOOLISH CITIZEN, I HAVE LOOKED AT ALMOST ALL THE BUILDINGS IN THIS CITY AND I PAID FOR ONLY THREE BUILDINGS!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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São Paulo
São Paulo
The city that I was born in
I never liked you since I was a child
São Paulo
Now that I am grown up I still don't like you either
I don't feel safe being in the streets in São Paulo
To me São Paulo is very ugly in real life
It is only beautiful in the postcards
There is no in between
Either you are rich or poor
There are too many contrasts
São Paulo
A city that never sleeps
São Paulo
I am glad that you don't have snow
One thing that is great in São Paulo is summer, the hot weather
I would go insane if I lived in here forever
For me it is like a prison
Because it is too dangerous to walk on the streets
It is a very depressing city
São Paulo
It is a real cement city
Buildings and more buildings
Hardly any green
It is an old city
450 years old
For me São Paulo
Is like a prison cell
poem by Aldo Kraas
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They Raised The Flag For Me
They raised the flag for me
Infront of the city's tallest buildings
So now my job is to keep the flags flying
All the time
Infront of the city's tallest buildings
poem by Aldo Kraas
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City Of Beggars
The sky is always blue in the city of beggars
There is not much green in the city of beggars
There are buildings being built so fast in the city of beggars
In every corner that you encounter
The city of beggars are growing so fast
And in the city of beggars lives 30 million people
The air is not that good in the city of beggars
Because of the factories and the cars
The city of beggars never sleep
The noise goes on 24 hours a day
It is not safe to walk in the street of beggars
Because you can get robbed and killed at any time of the night or day
The traffic is chaotic in the city of beggars
Thanks God there is no snow in the city of beggars
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Goodbye to purple covered Jacaranda trees
Goodbye to purple covered Jacaranda trees
which line the streets
and the great laagered fort on the hill
telling stories of times past,
the university on the knoll
next to which I once lived
waving with buildings and towers
sending its greetings into the sky
while I drive away fast
and the motorbike’s wheels sings whispering
do not look back
and its engine howls its cry against the wind
weeping instead of me
while I drive away from the city
that I love and where I cannot stay.
The bike flashes on in a blur
passing trucks and cars
racing on the highway
as if searching for the sun
and my heart is lost
and pain rips through me
with the parting from you
while I drive away
and I cannot understand
the seasons of the heart
and it is goodbye
to you too.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Shonin
These eyes have seen the fire from the sky
I felt the heat a thousand clicks away
At first no screams, just people turned to shadows
A sunburst touched to earth one fatal day.
These eyes have seen my City turned to ashes
I have heard her women sobbing in despair
I stood alone amidst my city dying
No God above to whom I’d make a prayer..
And now I stand before a Buddhist temple
A different city and a river view.
This city seems most beautiful and vibrant
Hiroshima what has become of you?
The historic statue of Shinran Shonin, founder of the Judo Shinshu school of Buddhism, now stands in front of the New York Buddhist Church on Riverside Drive in New York City.. This statue of Shinran Shonin survived the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, in which 150,000 people died, and 90 percent of the buildings in the city collapsed or burned.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Red Ants...
The red ants are not red...
They are blacks hired
To mow down their own
Out of sinkholes
Onto pavements
The red ants are not ants...
They are human beings reduced
To machines that bulldoze
Those whose plight they share
For a meal
Note: In the City of Johannesburg, the poor occupying the innercity's delapidated buildings (so-called sinkholes) are forcefully evicted by armies of men in red overalls (popularly known as the red ants) , clearing the buildings as part of the inner city regeneration programme...
poem by Moses Mtileni
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It's a weird city because the uglier the weather, the more beautiful the city. And the uglier the buildings, the more coherent the city.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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New Zealand
An earthquake struck New Zealand's city of Christchurch on Tuesday
Burying vehicles under debris and collapsing buildings into the streets.
Police announced a curfew and city was shut down on Wednesday,
Rescuers scrambled to reach beneath the rubble the residents.
The quake devastating the spire of the Cathedraland is a real tale.
The buildings had collapsed and the people were trapped inside.
All around the city, this powerful earthquake strangely bent some rails, Moreover, it toppled the tall buildings and seventy five people died.
The earthquake combination of distance and depth was so deadly,
Streets were strewn with concrete and people were stuck in towers.
Firefighters climbed ladders to pluck people from roofs to safety.
Buildings have gone because aftershocks hit the city within two hours.
Pre-World War buildings were damaged by the quake on September,
People wandered through streets strewn with debris and concrete.
The further damage was caused by a strong aftershock in December.
Now there is a real carnage with bodies littering the streets..
The women went into premature labor and the city was in agony.
The airport was shut down, in ruins the people began to groan,
Every child has been walking home trying to find the lost family.
The city were suffering cuts to the water supply and the phone.
A thirty million tone block of ice sheared off a glacier of New Zealand
After the earthquake had devastated the city groping it into Dark.
The iceberg crashed into a lake had rocked the South Island
Ripping off the Tasman Glacier at Aoraki Mount Cook National Park.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Sky High
The buildings
In my city
Are being built
In every corner you walk
That is because
The population of my city is growing
Very fast each year
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Memories of Mom
There is nothing I can think of
That brings back old memories
As much as old family photos
What a treat they are for me
Especially ones of my mom
The woman who brought me up
I love to see her beautiful smile
I remember her tender touch
The old photos of her ironing
Reminds me of all her hard work
All the years that I was going up
There wasn’t a chore she would shirk
Oh look, at the little building
That had nearly fallen down
Mom and I were both born there
It’s a rare photo that I found
And here is my precious family
Mom, dad and my brother and sister
Mom is smiling so happily
I would love to hug and kiss her
Yes, family photos are treasures
Gives you thoughts to reminisce on
Like these wonderful photos here
They bring back memories of mom!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Ghost Photos Of Vegas 2010
I was in Vegas in October 2010
I was with Melodie doll who is my child within.
We went down the Vegas Strip
seeing everything that was hip.
Photos of Melodie posing in front of Casinos
people where watching me amazingly so
I kept shooting for little did I know.
I thought there will be great photos to boot-
it ended up being a ghost photo shoot.
Photos did not come out at all
even though I saw the sights and had a ball.
I bought a green Vegas Cap though
US Army design with jewels that glow.
Nikon will be the next camera I will buy
it will take great photos that light up the sky.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on March 17,2911
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Tale of Three Cities
New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Builders Of The City
You never will find their names on a memorial wall
And any memories of them historians never do recall
The builders of the City who lay with the unsung
Many of them came from distant shores and spoke in a foreign tongue
They more than earned every penny that they were ever paid
The builders of the City yet little of their achievements made
Devoted to the family and devoted to the wife
They worked hard so their children could enjoy a better life,
The builders of the City so much to them we owe
Though nothing written about them and of them little we do know
They built the housing estates, City buildings and City Mall
Though nothing of their life achievements is ever made at all
They lay the rail tracks to the City and made the Roadways through the Countryside
Yet in the builders of the City we never do take pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The (Bad) Dream
Sweat broke out on my forehead
I didn't know where I was
I could see everything
Dustin and Tony were standing
What seemed like so far away
I just stood there silently
I saw her walk up to them
Photos flashed by
Photos I have never seen
Her hair was still long
She was kissing a black lab
These photos didn't exist
She stood up
Kissed tony
My heart fell
My world was swirling
It was coming to an end
Her photos caught fire
I knew what that meant
I woke up cold
The dreams after effects
The room was too quiet
I sat up shaking
Lights looked too bright
The atmosphere was wrong
I accepted it
Fell back to sleep
It would all start again
poem by Seth Kaileen
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Animal
'This city is an animal, fierce and complicated. To understand it I read its droppings, its scents, the movements of its parasites' -Rorschach
Living in the city
one loses oneself
amongst buildings, darkness
and madness.
City of madness,
inhabited by madmen
and the madmens children
seek their escape
in fantasies of happiness
where everything is pure.
Their methods are scorned
but in their worst state
reveal the worst truth,
City of loss.
poem by Emmanuel Stone
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Country Girl
Livin in the country
Doesnt make me stupid
i dont just eat Fried Chicked
but i dont eat expensive squid
People say being a city rat is great,
but i love being a country mouse
It may not be a big mansion city
but hey, a box is worse then my house
So me, being a country girl, i have more skills
more skills in every category
I can drive, cook, ride a horse, drive a skidoo
and pretty much anything a 19 year old city rat can do: D
poem by Make A Wish
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From a child's eyes
From a child's eyes,
hill slide
Holding tie,
while the red bus drive.
City view,
through
Tree,
brunch fists & hairs of witches
Far eye,
fly through the sky.
Daddy there is the city,
are we in the city now?
poem by Luca Menin
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Once A City
Music by 10,000 maniacs - lyrics by mary ramsey & john lombardo
This was once a city
Harmony a common theme
But these complications
Now make life a bit uneasy
Hallowed buildings scrape the sky
Voices ride the airwaves
Once a city years gone by
Will they still be standing in thecenturies ahead
Going underground little children hiding,
Bullets never meant for them
Must there be such bloodshed in our hearts, our homes, ourheads?
Will I be walking, walking so free?
This was a city once
This was once a city
Harmony a common theme but these complications
Once a city, once a dream.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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