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City Dwellers

Towering concrete monoliths
Loom above seemingly mindless
Lemmings rushing, bumping, pushing
Their way in endless, moving lines
Of backward and forward motion;
Each with programmed destinations
Instilled by subtle brainwashing
By the few who reside above
In luxurious penthouse suites.
Below one of the unthinking
Queue falls dead on the cold pavement
Only to be trampled underfoot
Unattended amidst raucous
Noise of taxi horns and Sirens.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Chalk White

Pieces of you, spread all over, torn in two
Forward/Backward
Save yourself, from nothing, from no one
Forward/Backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself ouy of it
You think you're right but it ain't right
You think it's right but it ain't right.
Cease the slide, use the talent god gave you
Forward/backward
You better get yourself out of it
You better get yourself out of it
You think you're right, but it ain't right.
You think it's right, but it ain't right.
Forward/Backward
Forward/Backward

song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Life Is Forward Motion

When moving forward
There is no going back
Life is forward motion
Not dead end cul-de-sac

(To Brandon)

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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Early Morning Cold Taxi

3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
With lifes best side on the downward slope,
Its in my own hands, I know Ill cope,
My girls with me and all my friends can see.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.
Done it before, do it again,
Know from experience its not in vain,
Shes the best Ive had, I cannot see, what someone else can do to me.
Its a long way home but loves so warm, youll see.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi,
Each time I do it, I feel so down and out,
Early morning cold taxi,
though my mind thinks strange Ill keep on, no doubt.
3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
One day well be wed,
This I know for its what she said,
Then no more will my mind be uneasy.
Early morning cold taxi,
Each time I do it, I feel so down and out,
Early morning cold taxi,
though my mind thinks strange Ill keep on, no doubt.
3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
One day well be wed,
This I know for its what she said,
Then no more will my mind be uneasy.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.

song performed by by Who
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Picture Poem #163 (From, This is my Wasteland)

Monoliths subways
and concrete boxes

this world
surrounded
by gray streets

with spring rising
along cold buildings

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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View from above

Look at all the little people
Insignificant lost souls
Hurrying, scurrying below
Like some fast-forward picture show.
Always moving rarely balking
And when walking hardly talking
Tiny animated shadows
Puny dots moving to and fro.
If they were me where I now stand
The whole of them would understand
They’re human lemmings on the run
Behind their leaders one by one.
From high above this bizarre scene
I see folly in their routine.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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City Nights, City Lights

City Lights
cobbled streets
I always love this time
Darkened Roads
walking
the fog playing at my feet
silent
Cold mists of rain
greet me
welcoming me
this is my place
Distant ships approaching
dark grey monoliths
drifting on the black waters
a wonder for human eyes
Sirens sound
I know I am not alone
the peace shattered by a distant cry
the night conceals all
Tragedy and Contentment
players in the evening act
the noise draws nigh
time to move on
out into the Fog
Out into the Night

poem by Robert Edmondson
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Stride

Reel around the water
where eagles dare prey
for the sirens amidst the weather

Strop your talons
and scream like stars
gnawing at their mattresses

Let your nostalgic song
influx with the white noise
of the highway and the radio

Don't be careful when you tread
the lines of infinitude,
don't fall in exactitudes

And this insatiable verve
will soon wear out
beat it before you die out

Chase like you're hungry
and then grovel for pride
and when all else fail,

Continue your stride.

poem by Norman Santos
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Taxi In The Rain

Where have I been going
On this lost and rainy night
I, who have no home to go to
Waiting for a taxi in the rain

The grey earth sleeps
And lets me take my way
Alone amidst the crowd
Waiting for a taxi in the rain

I’ve come so far in search
Of what I have not found
Perhaps it is down this street
Waiting for a taxi in the rain

Grey and frozen faces
Pass me by unhurriedly
Turning their backs to the dreamer
Waiting for a taxi in the rain

poem by Christine Natale
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The Commute

Inside the train
One hears the screech
Of wheels on rails
They try to breech
And the worried, hurried hum
Of men and women on the run
And if you out
The window gaze
You see and endless
Field of haze
And the distant, rushing cry
Of a world gone whizzing by
The wheels themselves
Can't hope to sway
They're guided by
The iron way
Choiceless, rolling through the foggy rot
Running where they won't dare not
Until bereft
Of locomotion
They dock beside
A concrete ocean
Where the sailors left among the dead
Tack to earn their daily bread
Quickly now
They leave the quay
As noise and chaos
Melt away
Save for the relentless screech
Of wheels on rails they try to breech

poem by Matt Greenblatt
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I'm Moving Forward

I'm moving forward
and you can't stop me
I can't tell where I got my strength
but I'm moving forward.

Better not follow me
'cause I won't look back for you.

I'm moving forward
and I'm leaving you behind
my bitter past.

poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Lost angel

In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and in this godless city
where one hears the noise of sirens, brakes
and car engines, you walk
into someone else’s arms

and lights flash luring right through the night
while people cavort as if there is no tomorrow,
untill the morning sun rises in the east,

prostitutes wipe the sleep out of their eyes
and motorists curse and throw dirty signs at each other.

In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and now you have just become a memory,
another fallen angel
in this hell of a place.

poem by Gert Strydom
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There is not a flower or bird in sight, only a small screen on which lines are moving, while the child sits almost motionless, pushing at the keyboard with one finger. As a learning environment, it may be mentally rich, but it is perceptually extremely impoverished. No smells or tastes, no wind or bird song (unless the computer is programmed to produce electronic tweets), no connection with soil, water, sunlight, warmth, the actual learning environment is almost autistic in quality, impoverished sensually, emotionally, and socially.

quote by John Davy
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Noise

Dads stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around.
Mommas in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time.
My little sisters screaming, and stamping on the ground.
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound.
All I hear is noise.
Cant get away from the noise.
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Can you hear the noise? (noise)
Cant get away from the noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Banging in my ears, in every direction.
Listen to the roar, hear that city[? ], poundin, poundin.
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down.
Sometimes I get used to it and I forget that its around.
But all I hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fade.
Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you.
I wanna pull out all the plugs before I finally blow my fuse.
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away.
Id tell you that I love you, but you dont hear what I way.
All you hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Noise in the street, theyre digging up the pavement.
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere.
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise.
The pressures building up because theres no way to avoid,
All the noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fading.

song performed by by Kinks
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Forward Motion

Whoa-o...Ive been banging my head against the wall
Whoa-o...for so long it seems I knocked it down, yeah it got knocked down
Whoa-o...and the heating bill went through the roof
Whoa-o...and the wall I knocked down was the proof
That my landlord needed to kick me out
I got evicted now Im living on the street
My spirits lifted...oh wait, that wasnt me
Too many turns have turned out to be wrong
This time I learned that, I knew it all along
When car crashes occur
Then Ill be what you were
When I see what I should
When I see that its good (that its good)
To experience the bittersweet
To taste defeat
Then brush my teeth
Experience the bittersweet
To taste defeat
Then brush my teeth
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
Its harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
Whoa-o...Ive been banging my head against the wall
Whoa-o...for so long it seems I got knocked out. yeah, I got knocked out cold
Whoa-o...and the medical bills went through the roof
Whoa-o...and the scar on my head is the proof
That Ill still remember this when I get old
I got evicted now Im living on the street
My spirits lifted...oh wait, that wasnt me
Too many turns have turned out to be wrong
This time I learned that, I knew it all along
When I grasp the concept
Then Ill sleep where you slept
When I know I need help
When I allow myself (allow myself)
To experience the bittersweet
To taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Experience the bittersweet
To taste defeat
Then brush your teeth
Cause I struggle with forward motion
I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
Its harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
Cause I struggle with forward motion
Cause I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
[in background:]
(cause forward motion is harder than it sounds.
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again
Cause forward motion is harder than it sounds
Well everytime I gain some ground
I gotta turn myself around again)
Cause I struggle with forward motion
Cause I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion
Cause I struggle with forward motion
Cause I struggle with forward motion
We all struggle with forward motion

song performed by by Relient K
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Penthouse & Pavement

Sweat my youth away
With the rules we have to play
Speeding through your magazine
Pistol, pavement, no t.v.
Talk and talk
No time, night time
Burnt inside
Here comes the daylight, here comes my job
Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob
Here comes the night time, here comes my role
Goodbye to the pavement, hello to my soul
Now here comes my job
Credit, bleeding with the mob
Dreams become ideals
No one knows the way I feel
Love to love
Daytime, right time
All my life
Here comes the daylight, here comes my job
Uptown in the penthouse or downtown with the mob
Here comes the night time, here comes my role
Goodbye to the pavement, hello to my soul
Feel safe in the crowd
An no one admits theyre crying aloud
My career fits like a glove
Knowing no orders can come from above
Work and work
Full time, part time
Anytime at all
As you face the wall
God make it this time or never at all
Before your chance has gone
Captain this lead role and youll be the one
Shine and shine
This time, my time
Make me free at last

song performed by by Heaven 17
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No Horns & Sirens On Radio

Horns and sirens

don’t have a beat,

take them off the radio

and keep them on the street.

The radio is for songs

not for horns where on the

street it belongs.

So when I’m cruzing

down the street,

hearing a great beat,

hearing sirens makes

me scream.

I’m not trying to give

you grief,

I just want the radio

to sound sweet.

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Being still

Quiet and still
Nothing is moving
Yet, I feel
Time moving swiftly
As life stands still
So many hopes and dreams
I want to fulfill
What do I put in motion,
Rehearse as a drill?
To push things forward,
Or do continue to sit and wait?
completely releasing my will

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Malcontents

Eight feathery class Aves (starlings)
Encompass a mud puddle
Between a cornfield and highway
Each taking turns splashing around
While the others stand vigilant
For any imminent danger
From above or from the traffic
Jam my wife and I were caught
Amidst, while impatient drivers
Vented their frustrations by blowing
Their different, raucous sounding horns
at no one in particular.
I looked at the feathery flock
and said, we should be as content.
What was that dear? She inquired.
Nothing dear, just thinking out loud.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Mustapha

I am moving forward with my dream and,
This person is my house;
I am moving on with my hope and,
This house is my love;
I am moving forward with my mind and,
This love is my room;
I am moving on with my peace and,
This room is my kiss;
I am moving forward with my well being and,
This kiss is all that i have for Mustapha.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Noise

From it there's no escape
it is everywhere
noise, noise, noise.
The moment you arise
till you go to sleep
it fills your head.
Cars and lorries drive by
bloody noisy Pigeons cooing
stereo's at full blast.
Drilling in the road
alarms going off
sirens wailing.
Kids screaming
Helicopter overhead
sound of breaking glass.
Noisy neighbours
doors slamming
dogs loud barking.
Even when asleep
noises in your head
you can't escape it.
Noise of wildlife
from tiny insects
to birds in the trees.
Noise can send you mad
it can get into the brain
noise is everywhere.
Silence is deafening
a whisper is like
a thunder clap.
Noise, noise, noise,
is everywhere
from it no escape.
Is it silent in the grave
does noise go with you
is noise eternal?

poem by Kevin Halls
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