Busy Town Poem by David Harris

Busy Town

Rating: 4.1


Suburban streets filled with baseball hats
People living in suburban flats
Cobweb shops filled with queues
People rushing round wearing out shoes
They are all rushing by
No one sees me cry
Car in jams at intersections
On corners people taking collections

Suburban garages filled with little cars
And people smoking big cigars
Archways hanging over loos
While cars pass in lines of twos
People pass with blind eyes
Telling stories in their sighs
Parking meters in military lines
Traffic wardens handing out fines

Suburban underground thoroughfares
Factories smoking skyward airs
Crowded corporation buses
Corner fish ‘n’ chips shops selling husses
Dozens of stuff collared shirts
Caught up in office works
Poor Porter on the trains
Trying to help passengers who complain

The busy town ignores
All who live in there
It turns its back
On old and young
And keeps its song
Hidden away and unsung

(date written unknown)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andrew mark Wilkinson 27 February 2007

I could see the place, in my mind has i read along...David 10 again...

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Brian Dorn 02 March 2007

Great ending, David... and it's almost like people are too busy to care. Good stuff! Brian

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JoAnn McGrath 19 May 2007

I picture robots walking around in lines here.....lives in automation....with blank stares

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Duncan Wyllie 19 March 2007

A cold and rude awkening to the city life, the dark side of its moon, skillfully penned David One line so easily flowing into the next, NOW THAT'S TALLENT MY FRIEND! ! ! Love duncan X

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Bob Blackwell 18 March 2007

Reminds me of Southern English town, the one I searched up and down looking for some advice. No luck I am afraid, please try again another time. Well written I caught the mood. Bob

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Surburbia neatly caught... atmospheric, varied. A fine portrayal, with its subtle message. t x

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Not a member No 4 02 March 2007

Conjures up the diversity and anonymity of the modern city - where some emotional needs are over satisfied and some are starved. Richly evocative, with noise, smell, sight, movement all strongly catered for. Genuinely highly quality writing David. Loved this. jim

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