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4. 'BLACK Day for the PINK CITY Stained RED..13th May 2008

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[To all my POET READERS ]

My beautiful PINK CITY is tainted RED today
Six or more Serial Bomb Blast ripped through the heart of the city
Ruining the peace of the Historically Royal town
The heritage now turned in a graveyard.

JAIPUR the capital city of the most peaceful state Rajasthan in INDIA
Became the target of terrorism tolling many innocent lives
The growing Metropolis became the playground of evil forces
My heart broke to watch the heart rendering visuals of the remnants.

I want the support of all my poet readers to condemn this inhuman act
And wish that no evil force should succeed in its aim.

Although I am safe with my family but do not know of so many
All those who are killed or injured were the residents of my city.

GOD have mercy and give courage to the families and the citizens to bear this hour of grief.

Abha Sharma, JAIPUR [ Rajasthan], INDIA [13th may 2008,10: 30 pm].

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Jaipur – The City Of Magnificence And Past Glory

Jaipur – the city of magnificence and past glory

Jaipur – the city of gorgeous palaces, each of which has an interesting story.

Jaipur – the city of royals, and an epitome of class and aristocracy

Jaipur – the city for History enthusiasts, and also for those who are Polo crazy.

Jaipur – the marvelous capital of India’s desert kingdom of Rajasthan

A perfectly modern city that retains its touch with the past with aplomb and élan.

poem by Raja Basu
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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?

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city city city city city city

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Safe In New York City

(young - young)
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You dont need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and Ill make you obscene
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
All over the city and down to the dives
Dont mess with this place itll eat you alive
Got lip smackin honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma ready to slam
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
Movin all over like a jumpin bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin your way now you may be in luck
Dont you fret boy shes ready to buck
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
New york, new york, new york
I feel safe in a cage in new york city
2000, j. albert & son, pty.

song performed by by AC-DC
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A Mumbai City

Mumbai has an excellent beauty and glory of its own,
It is an enchanting and colourful material world,
In the whole world it is very popular and well known,
It is the main business and film centre of the world.

Mumba Devi blessed to Mumbai and Haji Ali graced it,
All states men of India live in this holy place of Goddess,
For all citizens to dwell in this city is flawless and fit,
Hither the rich and the poor all live together equally.

Rush rush people belong to different careers of life,
They run from morn to eve for their daily living,
On the busy journey of life they find peace but no strife,
Sweet golden words of Marathi make them to live happily.

Maharashtra state is lucky to have the fantastic Mumbai city,
Daily visitors come to see historical places and its majesty,
Rays of the sun nicely reflect this city from the sea in reality,
It is surrounded by ocean full of sailing ships and boats.

Who knows! Who knows! What a wonderful city!
A magical busy crowded mass disappear every moment,
All are unknown but every one has a kind heart and pity,
Man-Woman of Mumbai has a large heart to welcome all.

Gate way of India, Taj Mahal Hotel and such other places,
Look so charming when pigeons and peacocks twitter round,
Every one will be fascinated by this fine sight of graces,
Trains, motors and cars flow like rivers in the body of the city.

Military, Navy and Airforce safe guard the city strongly,
Police-force controls its locality and its new comers,
Maharashtra Govt is aware of all and none can act wrongly,
Our Mumbai city is one of the richest cities of the world.

poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Rock the City

Rock the city that sleeps on Ravi
Rock the city that has absorbed the shocks
Rock the city and let not it shed a tear
Vampires' nails clutch the hearts out
Evil spirits you have created more
Paraded dead under the shower of roses
Fight the evil inside and for the curse
To the shrine of saint repent the sins past

Rock the city for your visions
Like to the infinite you want landscapes
They have blasted the martyrs’ homes
Serially you have silenced any grief
The children of the dark have become
Frankenstein you believe is under the sooth
Rock the city for your mock wars
Rock the city for your evil designs

Islamabad
13/3/2010

poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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City Of Ships

CITY of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
City of the world! (for all races are here;
All the lands of the earth make contributions here;)
City of the sea! city of hurried and glittering tides!
City whose gleeful tides continually rush or recede, whirling in and
out, with eddies and foam!
City of wharves and stores! city of tall façades of marble and iron!
Proud and passionate city! mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!
Spring up, O city! not for peace alone, but be indeed yourself,
warlike! 10
Fear not! submit to no models but your own, O city!
Behold me! incarnate me, as I have incarnated you!
I have rejected nothing you offer'd me--whom you adopted, I have
adopted;
Good or bad, I never question you--I love all--I do not condemn
anything;
I chant and celebrate all that is yours--yet peace no more;
In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine;
War, red war, is my song through your streets, O city!

poem by Walt Whitman
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The Big City Type

I woke up in a big city apartment

Rode to a big city job

On a big city subway

With hip, big city people

Worked at a big city job

In a big city skyscraper

Stood in a big city line

For lunch, heard big city jazz

On a big city radio station

It was like a big city scene

In a big budget movie

When I realized I had become

The big city type

I always wanted to be

Yet I was still me

poem by Adam Artois
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Holy City

Holy City
We arrived here yesterday
Holy city
We sat foot here yesterday
Holy city
We felt in love with you already
Holy city
Is the city where our God was born
Holy city
Here we saw where God died in the cross with Pontius pilate
And risen from his death
Holy City
Today we end up in the Sea of Galilee
It is so good to breathe the fresh air from the Sea of Galilee
This sea is amazing
Holy city
This is a journey we will never forget in our lives
Holy city
Has been an interesting point in our lives
Holy city
Was a discovery of our roots

poem by Aldo Kraas
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The City That Never Sleeps-Is The City That Sadly Weeps.

The city that never sleeps...
Is but the city that always weeps.

Be this city of explosioned terror...
By only way of man's eternal evil error.

Minds led astray of evil intent...
Always these men be jelouse of and uncontent.

Twinn'ed towers fell that one sad fateful day...
Smokened and clouded fro' man's savage evil disuay.

God will rightfully punish those to be held accountable...
City that still weeps will conquor sadness that seems ever so unsurmountable.

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High In The City

I got the time, I got my feet
Lets go hit the street
High in the city
High in the city
I got my mace and you got your knife
You gotta protect your own life
High in the city
High in the city
I wanna get high in the city
I wanna stay alive here in the city
I wanna stay high in the city
High in the city
High in the city
Lets not walk down sutton place
You know everybody there got an akitas
High in the city
High in the city
Dont wanna talk politics today
I feel too good let me have my way
High in the city
High in the city
Watch out for that guy on your right
Seen him on the news last saturday night
He was high in the city
High in the city
Hey, look theyre setting fire to that jeep
Theres not much you can keep
High in the city
High in the city
I wanna get high in the city
I wanna stay alive in the city
I wanna stay high in the city
High in the city
High in the city
So many people feeling low
And theres only one way to go to
Get high in the city
High in the city
Lets grap a pie, lets hit the park
Ill kiss and hug you till it gets dark
Here in the city
Getting high in the city
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)

song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Pretty, Pretty City

Now the city has a studded nose,
Because the city is so pretty, and the city knows:
The city, she almost fooled me underneath the
Chicken sky- The city is so pretty,
But the city lie:
I loved the city and all its vermilion moods and ice-creams,
With parks and busses and city airplanes
And city rides- City coffins and city dies;
And I watched the city get drunk and turn around
And raise its monuments and party down;
And I sat upon one of her benches in a speculating mood,
And wondered if the city was so pretty,
Why was she so rude: The vulgar nebulas of the city’s
Eyes, the narcissisms of its displays:
There are so many well suited boys better than I out walking
In their sunny city days:
And I realized, the city didn’t love me,
The city plays and paws and eats up little boys such as
Me- She said she loves her little poet boys, such as me,
But the sweet, sweet city lies,
Because the city is so pretty, studded nosed and stunning eyed,
But she uses her autumn facades to blind the autumn chicken skies-
The pretty, pretty city has me hypnotized,
But the pretty, pretty city lies.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Beautiful, Beautiful Midnight City

Beautiful, beautiful, midnight city.
I sense you are evil but still you are pretty.
I know your inhabitants are in need of pity.
But still I love my midnight city.

I see you collapse under the weight of the stars
And nothing can heal your scars
Nothing will heal your scars

And still the walls keep tumbling down
Because they were always tumbling down
Will nobody wear this crown?
Can nobody save this town?

Maybe one day this city could fly.
But some day this city will die...

poem by Alex Duchovny
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Quiz Poem #5: World City

This place is so sweet, a certain delight,
With Golden Horn by a sea of blue.
Holy Wisdom here resides, once a light,
This capital city is inviting too!

Notes:
Okay, did you get the city's name? There are five poems that form a 'quiz poem: world city' in which you have to guess the capital city from anywhere in the world! Easy huh? Once you've got the city's name (or even if you have all five) just email me. It's for fun!

Do email answers rather than put them here as a comment, as that'll spoil it for others. So far the response has been good. Let me know if you like the idea - even if you haven't got the answer or don't want to take part.

poem by Brother Jonathan Gardner
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The Eternal Kansas City

Chorus (choir singing)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city? )
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city? (do you know the way to kansas city)?
(van singing)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Train down to st. louis
Get me there alright
Over to the city there, you know that one
Where the farmers daughter digs the farmers son
Dig your charlie parker
Basie and young
Witherspoon and jay mcshann
They will come
Oooowoooowoooo
Chorus (van and choir in background)
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Excuse me do you know the way to kansas city?
Lady liberty in waiting
You know she lights the way
Her name is billie, shes a holiday
And the city is eternal -- hey, cant you see?
Its inside of you and its inside of me
Oooowoooowoooo
Chorus (van and choir in background)
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city?
You know, you know the way to kansas city ?
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
Wild thing
You know the way to kansas city (choir only)
Thank you man (van)
You know the way to kansas city
Sing it (van)
You know the way to kansas city (van and choir)
Hit it (van)
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
You know...the way to kansas city
Baby cant you sing it one time (van)
(choir)
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city
You know the way to kansas city

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Quiz Poem #1: World City

This ancient capital is old, and an ascending dragon at that,
and it gobbled the place of the perfume pagado even without an eye being bat.
St Joseph has his 'seat' there, above the hoi poloi
The eastern city you seek, is that of.....

poem by Brother Jonathan Gardner
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My City

You are my city
The gaudy glow of neon light
that dispels the darkness of the night

Enhaling the smell of dust makes it feel like home
The cloudy weather, the dim trees, you look like an open book.
with nature bringing a colourful beauty to ones' heart

Alone i lay on a wooden raft
My breath is void of oxygen
My heart is scrambled without rythm
to the beautiful change made by ur smiling culture

The shimmers of the moon made the rest of the city glimmer
Now its clear why ure a symbol of pride

The lullaby tunes of the mocking bird awakens moments of passion
My head speaks and so does my heart
am lost in this beautiful city and for ever i want 2 b

Here, laughter is a pleasant sound
It spreads joy all around
flushing out every despair of the heart

Just for this city
i will open my eyes and ask the creator for one more day
one more day to discover the city in you and you in the city
let this be my praise of you, my beautiful city

poem by Ross Boss
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America, America!

I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it,
the lights, the stars, and the bridges
I am also by self-appointment the laureate of the Atlantic
-of the peoples' hearts, crossing it
to new America.

I am burdened with the truck and chimera, hope,
acquired in the sweating sick-excited passage
in steerage, strange and estranged
Hence I must descry and describe the kingdom of emotion.

For I am a poet of the kindergarten (in the city)
and the cemetery (in the city)
And rapture and ragtime and also the secret city in the
heart and mind
This is the song of the natural city self in the 20th century.

It is true but only partly true that a city is a "tyranny of
numbers"
(This is the chant of the urban metropolitan and
metaphysical self
After the first two World Wars of the 20th century)

--- This is the city self, looking from window to lighted
window
When the squares and checks of faintly yellow light
Shine at night, upon a huge dim board and slab-like tombs,
Hiding many lives. It is the city consciousness
Which sees and says: more: more and more: always more.

poem by Delmore Schwartz
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City Of Sin

City of sin
When will thou go clean
A foolish society
In an archaic city
Full of vanity
A city without conscience
Full of violence
Greediness and selfishness
Why should there be a city
Without justice and fairness
The rich over the poor
Blood do they devour
Life becomes sore
Her daughters turn hoer
How can there exist
Such a city
If goodness is banish
Then we are all finish
Why won't they perish
Why must i cherish
Such an evil city

poem by Matt Ancient
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You are not just a city.

You are not just a city,
You are more than that,
Much, much more,
For you are the very heart of God.

Let no one say you are just a city,
Let them that do be accursed,
You are more than that,
You are the brightest jewel in His crown.

Jerusalem, eternal and holy,
Not just a city,
The throne room is what you are,
From you He will reign.

Not just a city,
You are the very heart,
A bright shining star,
Yerushilim, this is what you are.

poem by Steven Reeve
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