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Streets made of silver

Updated on March 10, 2013
By stevendepolo
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Streets of silver not of gold

Designer Painted cobblestone's
even over the cracks in the road

A once lonely platform for tires
Before that was a landscape
mother nature owned

The plants had once timed their growth

from once fertile ground

creatures of all sizes ruled these parts before without frown

Now shiny and so beautiful looking

yet lifeless at night

mechanistic and mid-evil at day

cold sidewalks and sewer lines

with not even a cricket in sight to celebrate its meal

or make its orchestrated music

Glowing lights sparkle
illuminating its hard core pavement

Massive aluminum poles signify its defiance of the blanket covering the once sunlit sky
Night emerged as victor

Dust that was the fuel of this arena now is the minority

No longer dominant

No longer prominent

No longer in its native form

A taste of artificial consumed this space

Chemicals tainted its original scent

Now conformed to a rigid mold
That only steam rollers &
grains of salt after a winters snowy white powder and ice storm can uproot
Welcome to thy silver streets
where emotions are inhuman hidden from view
and animals never reside or thrive

Entering the world of Iceman


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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      @wayne barrett, Welcome to my corner of the hub, and thanks for dropping by and for sharing.

      Yeah its a rough reality those naked streets out there in this world we live in. I just hope humanity learns soon on a large scale that it isn't the way to go at all. In due time bro!

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      @always exploring, Yes indeed I cannot wait to make it back to the natural world and nothing but it. I wish I was never born in a city, and all but its not the reality, someday this dream shall arrive, I can feel it in me bones :)

      Thanks for the comment Ruby, chat with you soon.

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      Wayne Barrett 5 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      We no longer leave just a trail, we leave a trail of destruction. Very good work, Mike.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I think we all would love to return to the times when our world was natural and clean, instead all we see is concrete slabs. Thank's...

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      Thank you @Gypsy Rose Lee

      yes indeed I always wished to live in a area of open fields, dirt roads, the mountainous terrain, and the likes. Someday I will be able to meet my wish and goals for sure, until then I shall keep on pressing as hard as I can, you just never know what might happen, right Rasma :)

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and very creative. This is wonderful with great imagery. Roads and pathways and so on have so much history and bring you to so many wonderful destinations. I love the dirt roads along my house have always preferred them to the concrete streets of the city. Passing this on.

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      Thank you @bravewarrior, I dug deep into the core of my inner most feelings about living in the city, and having to play on them broken hardcore streets all day, because there was no where else to run, and play pretty much where I resided as a child.

      It's my truest motivation to be a poet today, a voice that was once childish questions and unanswered thoughts, and now I have the chance to share them finally, and I must admit it does indeed feel good to release it all out here in the open online for all to discover over time.

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      Shauna L Bowling 5 years ago from Central Florida

      I love this piece, Mike. I lived on a dirt road until the city decided to pave it 5 years ago. Now we have assholes running down the street and I've seen less 'possams, racoons and armadillos since. And, for what?

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      Mike Pugh 5 years ago from New York City

      @Sueswan, Thank you so much for giving this poem a chance, I thought it up on a whim, my memories of living in the city as a child does haunt me at times I must admit, and this very poem was one of them.

      Many youth are victimized by being forced to live in such an inhuman condition as well as unnatural habitat, and the end resultant is what we all see on the television today when the news comes on, and much of it isn't pretty neither.

      I aim to change that reality someday for so many young folks, and through poetry like this I hope it can help make it happen sooner then later. We all need real change and we need it fast!

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      Sueswan 5 years ago

      "A taste of artificial consumed this space"

      A very sad but true picture you have painted here Cloudexplorer.

      Voted up and sharing

      Take care