Tag: city
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The Cobbler’s Workshop
The cobbler stands out front of his shop Smoking a cigarette on the street corner And I’m thinking how close he is to a storybook character Maybe he is one…
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Skin Over Iron Bones
A cold city speaks of storybooks Cracks in the pavement spell out the final chapters Footsteps in the snow dotting i’s and crossing t’s A saga complete with no voice to read it aloud Yet heard by all who stop to listen.
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Streets We Knew Together
I thought I could forget the day you slipped The day I lost you and so much more Truth is, there’s so many things now I want to forget It’s impossible to make it through them all.
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Madman on the City Wall
Union of wind and sky over this seascape Shores in the distance moving away— Let them go, there are more ahead of us Unfurl the sails and catch that raging wind…
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City in the Sky
A city in the sky, melting into the horizon Nations gather in the harbor, the deep water below Darkness connection the world by sand bars and shipping lanes
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Like Us
The world is cold and dark with pockets of warmthNot the other way around.Like a city in winter—darkness filling in cracks betweenInsulated apartments, thick-paned windows to keep out the nightWhere hunger dwells.But the night must sometimes be braved.To live always in warmth is to be helpless when the cold comesWhen journeys are completed, or failed,Retreat…
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The City I Dream
In my dreams I walk through a cityI do not know which, but it is ancient.All around are the great works of its peopleThough they appear unweatheredTheir craftsmen are nowhere to be found.The beauty fills my heart with sadnessAnd my mind with fear.Over everything lies a deep expectancyAs if I am waiting for the comingOf…
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There’s Work to Be Done
Here in the cityWe all walk as oneThe gold light of eveningFades with the sunDisappear into doorwaysUntil there are noneRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Away from green pasturesToward concrete we runBeneath metal-framed ceilingsThe victory we’ve wonThe threads of our storyAre already spunRest up for the morningThere’s work to be done. Original…
Mitchel David Ring 