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Tadiwa Oct 7
I wait on a little island
Marooned in the sea of traffic
The grey sky broadcasts sweet outcomes
To the farmer in me
But the lack of an umbrella
Makes my mind jittery
I'm vulnerable in my suit, tie and all
If the sky should burst open its floodgates
Where will I find shelter, with my laptop and phone?
Hurry Mr. Driver
Spur on that staff bus!
Glenarah and Robert Mugabe roads intersection in Harare
ce-walalang Oct 3
being stuck, they say, is uncomfortable.
i believe it’s not necessarily true. for instance,

...i like getting stuck inside my room and read for a day or two or three or four, forever.
...i like getting that last song stuck in my head for a day or two or three or four, forever.
...i like getting stuck in traffic with my pen and paper.
...i like getting stuck in the moment...perhaps, with you.

getting stuck is an opportunity, staying stuck is unhealthy

staying stuck on a single story out of convenience regardless of its completeness is poison mistaken for remedy
the reclusive writer tells us a good writing day
kei Aug 1
the honking of cars
the rumble of traffic
the patter of footsteps
the hum of pedestrians

these noises
my ears.

loud. too loud
soft. too soft
pitch. too high
hum. too low


Too Loud.


settling back
plugs in
a sigh.

sometimes everything gets too loud, don't you think?
William Marr Jul 26
you slow feet that walk step by step

be quiet and move aside

make way for the wheels in fast approach

blowing horns and puffing black smoke
HeWhoExplores Jun 24
Car horns slice through the air,
congestion gathers on the roads
making murky smoky trails

There sits a man

whom bears heavy weight;
shrouded, in dark clothing and mystery
Bearded, diligent and wise

Alan is his name

A Scouser if I'd ever seen one,
always happy and yet never alarmed
by the noises and pollution around him

This, is his home

I see him everyday when I pass,
come rain or shine, hail or wind
He sits, diligently and acute
with a paper cup in hand

Living in the open city

He shows that life can be unpredictable,
yet freedom cannot be contained
We've chatted, him and I
He says the institutions can't keep him down

They're out for money and control

This is his freedom, his way of life
to do what whatever he pleases
Tent ready, trolly in possession
Without fear, without order
without rules

Not knowing what the next day may bring
Alan, A Scouse drifter lives by his rules in the City of Belfast
Leonoah Apr 4
Pag-ibig St.

Alas nuebe na ng gabi at heto,
Nasa lansangan pa rin at naghihintay ng pag-usad ng trapiko.
Malamig na ang hangin at madilim na ang langit,
Pagal ang katawan kakaikot kung saan-saan at gusto ko na lamang makarating sa aking mahal na tahanan;
Pero ang dami kasing nag-uunahan,
Masyadong maingay at halos lahat ay handa nang magkasakitan-
Walang pasintabi at mayroong sumisingit,
O di kaya'y nagmumura na sa galit.

Ayan na nga,
Mag-aalas dyes na,
Pero, heto pa rin sa lansangan;
Sa parehong kalsada at parehong estado-
Naghihintay na umusad ang trapiko.
Sa liblib at masikip na kalyeng hindi gaanong pamilyar kaya naninibago-

Pag-ibig St.
Sudipta Maity Mar 25
There is nothing..
No office, No School, No home work
No duty, No work pressure, No Meeting
No exam, No Interview, No people on foot path.
There is nothing..
No one is waiting for you
Neither your girlfriend nor your wife.
You don’t have to excuse on time and traffic .
There is nothing..
No one is there to blame you.
No one is there to rise question,
On your religious view,
On your sexuality, on your Nationality
There is nothing.
No polution,
No protest,
No environmental crisis,
Neither debate on agreement signed in paris.

But only three things is there  
fear, science and a doubt about who wins.
In-Flight Convergence
by Michael R. Burch

serene, almost angelic
the lights of the city                 extend
over lumbering behemoths
shrilly screeching displeasure
they say:
that nothing is certain
that nothing man dreams or ordains
long endures his command

here the streetlights that flicker
and those blazing steadfast
seem one                                   from a distance
they abruptly
part                      ways

so that nothing is one
which at times does not suddenly blend
into garish insignificance
in the familiar alleyways
in the white neon flash
and the billboards of convenience

and man seems the afterthought of his own brilliance
as we thunder down the enlightened runways

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