"flyover" poems
Timbeck Tyu, Timbeck Tyu
Great City Timbeck Tyu
Coloured Walls Nicely Painted
Arts and Drawing Everywhere
Artifacts on every crossing
People's representatives feel like king
Magnificient buildings here and there
Bridges and flyover everywhere
Toll tax booth here and there
Statues standing everywhere
Banners hanging here and there
Hoardings, posters everywhere
Malls and Hotels here and there
Dance Bars and Casinos everywhere
Citizens always in Crisis
Struggling with poverty
Economical condition bad
Politicians has gone mad
Nationalism in Slogans
Here and there hooligans
Real nationalist are renamed
They are called anti-nationals
Corruption is on the peak
You need license to speak
Crowd imposes censorship
System respects the crowd
Mouse catches the Crow
Everything on the show
Real news not covered
Real issues are untouched
Fake news are implanted
Press and Media on sale
Laws are being twisted
Burden of proof shifted
Culprits are honoured
Innocents are hanged
Farmers are in debts
Their families are starving
They can't even pay their loans
Neither Principal nor interest
They either commit suicide
or land in jail for not paying loans
Hospital competing with hotels
Doctors busy in making money
Patients treatment is on Sale
Get cured only if you pay
Stray Animals on the rise
What you can do if you cry?
Black money in circulation
White money is called pollution
Rapes, Murders and theft on rise
Law and order is on the papers
Lawyers are with Politicians
Politicians are with Criminals
Criminals are with the Police
Police is with the Capitalists
Only the God is with the victims
That too only, if he really exists
Population almost exploding
Environment full of pollution
Fights and quarrels here and there
Religion and faith always on stake
Caste and Classes everywhere
Race and Religion everywhere
Common people struggling for food
Saints consuming wine and drugs
Rallies and protests uprising
The system has turned deaf
Goddess of law weeping and bleeding
Judges busy in process law and rules
Timbeck Tyu, Timbeck Tyu
Such a great city Timbeck Tyu
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 6:28 AM UTC
billboard's calligraph --
past the haze of Manila infested
by car sprawls and belching machines.
magnanimous treatise of tarpaulins,
people chin-up asking God
with askance
something like this
"o god make this bearable
like a mound of fresh fruits
from ****** labour."
maniacal sensurround:
earth-shattering frequency
of footsteps trampling the mouth
of monolith shadows - the peak
of this quake is our complete silence.
rain's catharsis in effect
sousing us in the blood of unreal light.
this diastolic shrinkage
jamming the beat of constricting vessels.
the adrenaline surges
within the dermis of this pretension.
a collective of tired beings heeding
the recherché of voice metamorphosing
into form, a dagger-butterfly
paring us skin to bone, cranial
to visceral, soul to nothing -
catapult of a trajectory spit
plummeting in eased-up pace
from Taft Avenue flyover
to a subjugated wagon of scraps
and empty wine bottles.
today's paper reads:
"Palace hits hiring
of **** dancers"
fancying to fall right in the
spanked curved of this
insatiate melodrama - something
prayer could not save from
this land's mutinous ignominy.
we resume to fulfill our madness,
hundreds of tack-headed people
rolling down the streets of Makati,
drenched with rain's trilling aftermath.
squinting to look at
no sun, only the grieving of skyscrape,
thumbing down unidentified objects
in the depth of loose pockets,
desperate for home.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Like the dance of a song bird
That whistles its secret
Over an icy lane
And believes
In a wishing plea
So~~~
Wish on a pine tree
Just for me
Wish down a well
But never tell
Wish on a star
Hope it goes far
Wish on a birthday candle
May it return that which
Only you can handle
Something that brings divine bliss~~~
Did you wish for a chocolate kiss?
Wish on a penny
May it fill your cup with many
Wish on founded feather
May hearts bond forever together
Wish on a four leaf clover
Don’t forget the songbird’s flyover
Wish on a dandelion
Wind carries its seed to fresh pine
Wish on an eyelash
Maybe for a little cash
Wish on a turkey wishbone
Before desserts blueberry scone
Colored rainbow high in sky
A wish to gratify~ oh my
Wish on high moon
Above a blue lagoon
Wish on digital eleven
To be granted by seven
Wish on flying ladybug
May it be returned with the tightest hug
Wish on a stone’s flat side
For a spiritual guide
Wish on coins in a fountain
Picturesque terrain
Of water~ not champagne
Acorn wishing tree
Better wish more than three
Wish as you move necklace clasp
Held tightly in your grasp
~~~
Believe in a secret you’d like to tell
One you said by a wishing well
That wishing tree
With your written ribbon of plea
Is nothing like ~~~
The wish under bright fireworks
As your angel quietly smirks...
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:57 PM UTC
Cardboard box under flyover
Canvas tent in an alleyway
Sleeping bag in small caves
That's our home for today
Thousands of young homeless
All down to our cut and cap
A generation of people like us
All over our own English map
We're ripping safety nets away
Leaving them out in the cold
Rotting their young bodies daily
Harming their brave fresh souls
We can take away their demons
Give them some chances to live
Allow them a future to be proud of
I'm sure that's not too much to give
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 12:09 PM UTC
I try to quell my fear
As the keys jingle in my hand
It's just a drive to the metro station
A drive that was completely unplanned
I slide into the drivers seat
Seat belt on, keys in the ignition
'I can do this' I think
This is, to the roads, my initiation
My father sits besides me
He's at his absolute calmest
My sister sits with a steeled expression
As if bracing for a raging tempest
I enter onto the main road
With a bit of a **** we're on our way
I shift to third and start to relax
Today is going to be good day
Just as my confidence grows,
We encounter a little bit of traffic
Back to second gear, we go
Oops, I just ran over a brick!
With papa's advice egging me on
We continue our journey
A formidable flyover looms before us
I tell myself to not be jittery
We enter a sea of slow moving cars
I'm just praying I don't stall
But alas! I do. Quickly, lets go!
I don't want to be honked at by all
I know an underpass will come next
Its just another hurdle to cross
I clutch the steering wheel tightly
Can I really do this? I'm at a loss
I try to suggest a different route
My father shoots down that idea
Failure is not an option
Message received loud and clear.
I pass the underpass without a hitch
My destination is on the left
Indicator, shoulder, switch lanes and stop
In a movement which I hope was deft.
I turn off the car and put the handbrake up
I did it! Hip hip Hurray!
I grin as I stand and watch
The car I drove drive away
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Death and its mournful tidings
Obituaries and eulogies, read
Black ties and black veils, all in rows
Surround this shell and the open earth
The cold, damp wind sashays through and through
Memories, half a century old are lost and forgotten
A flight of geese overhead, perform a last flyover
Victory in death
Vestiges of family, say farewell and Godspeed
Tomorrow brings colder and damper weather
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:05 AM UTC
He is a myth that I have to believe in
A song that no one sing
A 'Merak' for every children
A morning star for every human
He is a miracle
He is heavenly bird
Dreamed of clouds
But had forgotten how to fly
Let me be your wings
To help ease your pain
That help you flyover when the storm comes
Dad...
You may be thousand of miles away from me
But you are still the first thing in my mind
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Still heart
Like a pond
Whose secrets
Lie deep beneath
A girl walks
Alone
Through city streets
Beneath the flyover
In the meadow
Of the soul
A heart flutters
Like wildflowers
At her feet
A beer can
Rattles by
In the wind
A swan appears
In silhouette
Against a sky
Awake with promise
She spies the man
A derelict
Beard red with grey
Eyes so hungry
A dark cloud
Appears
It stains
The blue
She rolls up
Her sleeve
He passes
The needle
A petal falls
Red like blood
Lands on the pavement
She spits on its presence.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
Making a stopover at the Bow flyover
finding a place for the night
a wooden seat to perch on
next to the
church on
Mile End road.
This may be a blessing
but
God keeps me guessing
and I feel I'm
no nearer to him or to thee
whomsoever him or thee
may be.
Next to the gravestones which are
weather worn and grey
( say! I look the same)
I am but a name in the register
to be struck out as I struck out
When your luck's out life *****
I only draw in a breath for death
to draw closer to me
I want to see it coming.
God and his crew always know what to do and send the sunlight to heal all my woes
I take to my toes and leave Bow far behind me and am sure that god knows if he wants where to find me
or
I may find myself.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:56 PM UTC
I embarked on a fairytale journey
Set sail on a sail of dreams
Moving ahead with the oars of imagination
It was all as if a
Mystic celebration!
Had my past memories as my companions
Looking forward to gaining some more
As I'd anchor to harbour
Of unknown wonders
I was to create
A flyover
To new such movers
Of my mundane things
But as I was sailing past
Things of the past
Seeing and absorbing
Things myriad
Gypsies,fairies
Dragons and whales
The jungleman
Aboard his flying monkey plane
His dreams
Of eating berries
Hearing the sweet
Jungle cuckoo
Sing
Did feel I
Also felt his bravery
Of facing and making
The mighty tiger
His friend
Could I?
Puppets various
Dancing to tunes
Junglee animals
Howling in merry
They didn't seem sorry
Perfumes and ice cream delights
Mountains and heaps of
Sweets
Oh my sweet tooth,oh
My craving heart
What not saw I
One of them I did pick
To be aboard with me
On my sail forever!
Forget how could I
Oh but what I see!
All that's good comes to an end
Out of my dreams
From nowhere
The nasty mobile rings
I come to reality
And attend the call
Oh will I
Forget those things
For once and for all!
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
Majestic’s eager roam
Ivory pony
On rocky loam
~
By towering gatehouse
After spring’s water douse
~
Gallops away
Airy April day
~
Dust & debris
Scampers free
~
Glimmer pale sunlight
Over dolomite
~
Through shadows of trees
Countryside bees
~
Scatter young clover
Black & yellow flyover
~
Cloudless sky sprints
Pony muddy imprints
~
Soft pine on ground
Resting doe is found
~
Grassy knoll
Embers of winters last coal
~
Air soft and warm
Passed gentle spring storm
~
Down twisting hills
With peaking daffodils
~
Starry night appears
Trot pioneer
~
Majestic’s roam
Had led to home
~
A previous land
Where seashells line
Paths of sand
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
I am a flyover between two eons.
My world of tender senses
depict a brilliant flower garden
static as an artist's ace.
The other world is a kaleidoscope.
Colors and shapes fast change imprints
conflict between the static and dynamic
make me a vulnerable warrior.
Providence, please lift anchor.
I want to steer my dear boat,
cross horizon and live forever
in the sphere of speed, comfort.
23rd. April, 2017.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC
i watched a spider cross the floor,
twenty tiles, by one foot four, he belted down
Route 66, from door to door, Ant size . no more.
His Harley Davidson legs, hardley touched the floor
Easy rider on a trip, to follow a female spider´s Spoor.
probably left a wife and baby spider behind for sure,
Oh, what a tangled web they weave,
when first they practice to deceive.
And there i thought he was just a little innocent Mite,
he had other plans the dirty Shite.
after I squashed the pervert on tile five,
I realized, maybe he was returning home
to his wife and child.
Too late now as the die was cast,
the cast was Die, I made him a martyr,
a martyr, in a Black Widow and a child´s eye.
And a fading memory for a spideress barsmaid,
in a flyover pit stop on Route 66,
in the sweet bye and bye.
By Holly Barrett
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Sitting in the back of a black Honda Accord,
we were taking a ride across my city.
We saw jungles of skyscrapers passing by;
We saw a red flyover illuminant ahead,
like a real artery filled with blood.
A civilized city! You marveled.
and I smiled a smile you couldn't see,
cause we were sitting side by side.
Side by side, soul by soul,
Across the city we were taking a ride
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC