Writing Prompt

Giants of glass and stone,

Each a king on its own,

Loom above the world—

A ruler of flesh and bone.

Sounds of the silent night,

Shattered by building’s light.

Murmurs fog the air:

Confusion of wrong or right.

Animals of circular legs

Slither amongst the dregs,

Crushing those who don’t see,

Biting those who beg....

The sprawls of Suburbia

What can I say, that you already can’t see

It’s the middle zone of all things

Not too quiet as green acres

Not bustling either with skyscrapers

Just normal people

In normal homes

We’re not well off

We struggle but we always get by just fine

The schools are big, enough to make some friends

Yet too small to have all your needs met

But it’s alright, it’s all quite fine...

When the sun rises,

People start their day,

Going every direction,

For the dreams they uphold.

Ordinary routine is boring,

Find a way out to put some color.

Survive in the tough environments,

After all there is full of sweet.

Fight for what you believe,

Continue and continue,

It’s a beauty that we make it happen....

In the early morn, as I arise,

Nature's symphony fills the skies.

Birds sing their songs, a sweet refrain,

Welcoming the day, free from strain.

But as the city wakes from slumber,

The sounds of laughter start to lumber.

Children's giggles, carried on the breeze,

Echoing through the urban trees.

They run and play in fields so wide,

Their innocence, a joyful tide.

Their clothes now stained with di...

Buildings hide the sun’s golden rod -

Grey giants reaching for the skies.

Blocks of colour break up their façade  -

Neon signs blinding my eyes.

Scampering fast, whiskers twitch –  

rats, each city-dweller’s pet.

“Get out of the way, bitch.”

Good deeds a growing debt.

Garbage, urine, lingering BO,

City’s perfume wafting to and fro.

Shouting people, clacking trains,

Urban’s best endless refrain...

Too loud in this town,

that holds a gold crown it's foamy thunder-head.

A spinning halo spanning the stout skyline;

Standstill.

Five fingers deep in the North Sea I plunge.

As it soaks my seaweed seemed gloves,

foreignly wired eyes spark ill-interest on my absurd ways.

The wild pidgeons here tweet that I harbour street cred

while their iridescent necks bob back and forth

Their requite liquida...

Oh, Great City

How we love thee

Skyscrapers obscure

The sky above me

Bags of refuse

Line the streets

Foraging

Rats compete for

Restaurant seats

The club scene

drips with

Methamphetamine

As unauthorized Elmo

Curses me

For giving him nothing

Corrupted leaders

Keep taxing, spending

Never ending

But we keep reelecting

Forgiving them everything

For, oh Great City

How we love thee....

Corners.

Hidden places for tiny treasures.

Make someones day by any measures.

Crannies.

Cracks in our sidewalk, where green things rest.

And swallows on iron beams weaving their nests....

The bus grumbles by, screeching to a halt

a few feet from a local haunt reeking of malt

A quick “Thank you” to the bus driver and then a hop from the steps onto the concrete

The haunt, a dive bar favorite,

a place the unconventional gather and feel complete

I walk up, the click of my heeled shoes in rhythm with traffic as it passes -

one car, two clicks forward, exhaust pipes trumpeting thei...

Something subjectively terrible happens so you love me

DMT, DBT, DMV

Something objectively parable happens so you leave me

Bible study, Bible study

DMT, DBT, DMV...