posting poetic prose
10 Apr 2018 16 Comments
in tanaga Tags: addicts, city, escort, gangstas, opiates, pimp, urban
downtown stubble rubs gritty
tenement windows broken
night escort working pretty
pimp keeps tight grip on token
street addicts living nitty
homeless die for opiates
poor men don’t want no pity
just need to beat jobless rates
how survive stinking city
urban education rules
alley thugs share thieves’ kitty
gangstas teach in dropout schools
In need of some urban renewal? Find more city poems with Jilly at dVerse Poets.
05 Aug 2017 6 Comments
in haiku Tags: bridge, citrus, city, shadow, sun
city silhouette
citrus sky ripens slowly
shadow swallows sun
photo by lynn
22 Nov 2016 17 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: city, lights, nights, noel, river
Linking to dVerse Poets. Kim hosts and shares this night-time panorama!
Wroclaw, Poland – photo by kim
nights razzle city
lights dazzle pretty
merry Christmastide
fairy carriage ride
trees displayed there
seen in market square
river shines reflection
mirrors celebration
dragon in fountain
shadow of mountain
steeple tickles sky
people trickle by
carolers swell song
cathedral bells gong
haze glows of gaslight
maze lit til midnight
18 Oct 2016 14 Comments
in haibun, Uncategorized Tags: art, city, culture, homeless, pigeons, police
National conference downtown allows brief time for exploring familiar noisy streets. Walking with a friend to art museum through civic park reveals underbelly of city. A few paces on hot concrete in summer sun induces sweat. Try not to notice drug deal under shade of fountain colonnade or homeless lounging against marbled wall near bronzed statue. Pigeons investigate remnants of fast food, old newspapers and cigarette butts. Step across colorful chalk-lettered sidewalk declaring “Black Lives Matter” while handful of protestors camp under tree. Police car cruises by, another has stopped a car of rowdy boys. Keep focused on destination while avoiding curbside drunks. Hastily cross boulevard ahead of traffic bearing down. The beautiful main entrance of memories is under construction and visitors are directed past dirt piles to alley door. Once inside, relax in climate-controlled air and stroll past paintings and exhibits, admiring the polished side of human culture.
pillowed hotel room
sirens howl in the night
dazed lights of city
Linking with dVerse Poets where Bjorn hosts modified haibun Monday.
08 May 2015 9 Comments
in haiku Tags: blossoms, city, rose, sea, succulent
verdant succulent
thrives beside the salty sea
raises pom-pom cheers
blooming median
beauty wilts between traffic
perfumes city street
(photos by lynn__ linking with Chèvre at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)
16 Apr 2015 17 Comments
in triolet Tags: city, claim, crow, murder, snow
“I now claim this city as mine,” triumphs Snow,
chilling stones of old buildings and streets.
“All seasons belong to me,” caws the Crow.
“I’ve staked claim to this city as mine,” warns Snow.
“My brothers and I’ll push you out!” threatens Crow,
from dead tree where plotting crows’ murder meets.
“I will leave this city behind,” murmurs Snow,
dying pack on stone buildings and streets.
NOTES:
A fable fit loosely in triolet form... and loosely fits Anna's "diction"
prompt at d'Verse poetics.
I like the "sound" of Caesar's Latin for the title and find"murder" of crows intriguing.
Also incorporated "brothers" idea from earlier prompt.
photos by lynn, Jerusalem 2015
13 Jun 2014 15 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bike, city, hopscotch, roller skates, sidewalks
When i was a child i
lived on city sidewalks;
not literally, of course.
we had a pleasant home
with generous backyard;
but i learned to bike,
play jacks, hopscotch,
and roller-skate
with neighbor kids
on paved pathways.
Sidewalks’ cracked
upheaval just adds
to the adventure…you
must avoid the bumps!
Life lesson learned:
concrete is painfully
unforgiving to bare
knees and elbows
when crash landing
brother’s bike off ramp.
The sidewalk was
a way of opportunity:
waiting at school bus stop,
biking to friend’s house,
riding to corner drugstore
to spend quarter on candy;
walking dog to nearby park,
running for grocery item
or reporting to babysitter
duties around our block.
Sometimes the
city sidewalk scene
turned threatening:
dark shaded, vacant
vine covered manse;
suspicious stranger
beckoning from car
parked in narrow alley,
or snarling doberman
chasing flying pedals.
Our fenced lawn
was a refuge; our
apple tree, an oasis
in a maze of sidewalks,
brick walls, city streets.
i’m happy for my childhood;
and grateful my own children
live on land rurally graced
with open skies and space
for green, growing things.
a poem in my pocket 
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