Metropolis (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Pavement oysters - $1,000 fine; vomit for free

Fuddled masses weaving - tattered garment

Mayoral decisions � unsophisticated grieves

Muggings, shootings � fear dark as the night

Disparate theme � water thicker than blood

Evasive alien seeds germinate in the concrete

Covered in smog and sweat-covered pavement

Corruption is the knife � a scalpel the un-seam

On the streets, Strongest bond - a quiet tongue

Swollen population has one soul � phosphorus

Fear a catalyst, ignites, bringing in the sheaves

When 1 dies, exiled � no longer in a living hell

Disappears from nothingness � insanity to sane

The Circle of loneliness 180�s � death reprieved.

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on February 12, 2006

exceptionally powerful collab ...

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on February 12, 2006

Wow...splendid collaboration!
love and peace...Carole

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on February 12, 2006

Millions and millions of parasites ass tight

Wow! What a profound statement, and what a poem. Mother Earth would be pleased - I think she truly tires of us parasites these days.

Reviewed by Linda Hill

Reviewed on February 12, 2006

Wow Tinka...this is EXCELLENT! Your talent soars, my friend.

~Linda

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Superb collaboration as always!

Eileen^

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Huge break from your usual romance and heartache venue but certainly just as effective. Your words take a political stance and demand attention. Well done Tinka old friend.

Felix

Reviewed by J. Pajot

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Dark yet perceptive of the failure of our "culture" to nourish the "human" spirit. Meaningful and hard hitting write, Tinka.

Reviewed by Only A Poet (Reader)

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

this cuts effectively like a knife, great write.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Tinka~

One word: WOW!!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Best damn poem you have written . . . Maybe ever. You came out of left field with this and I am so glad you did. This is nothing less than brilliant. Bowled me over.

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

You paint the grim picture which is endemic to our seedy, seamy downtowns, where one struggles to survive against the odds, and yet even there can be found angels and saints living a daily Mother Teresa life, eking out a painful living, and dedicated to helping those less able than themselves.
Very insightful and disturbing write Tinks
Love that gyroscope like pic too !
Love
Peter

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

And yet there is a light in the sanctuary of a loved ones arms...
The world is insane, slowly driven to destruction by the hand of mankind... Banished from enlightenment on the pursuit of selfish greed and hatered of all that is not understood. Love the only saving grace to our existence.

Tremendous write... truth rings through your verse

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Very deep insightful write!

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on February 11, 2006

Dearest Tink:
You must have toured the seamy side to grind out this litany of cause and effect. And it's well-ground out I might add. Captures the ugliness and traverses back to reprieve. Quite an interesting theme, set to the tune of "Downtown."
Love and [[[[[[[[[[[[hugs]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
Leland