Here is one I've been working on. All comments are welcome
.Abstract City:
First rays of sunlight passes through,
this thin haze, absorbed in morning clouds
Another golden dawn rises in earnest bloom,
O depart these old murky mists of shroud
Insignificant are these tiny ant like inhabitants,
scurrying in their typical morning bustle, such their pity
Precious time demanded for ritual festive breakfast habits,
yet never given, such is the law of this drone workers city
White collar uniforms laden their daily demeanor, rapid shouts,
brazen horns, engines moving, toward, but here, then there
Few never see, thou some ever know it, abstract beauty stout
Elucidated not, there's zero time to really view; nor is my stare
Shafts of cube formed concrete penetrate multiply skyward
Within a dawns early blue, dizzying heights cram these clouded skies
Modern glass covered buildings seem to glimmer, shimmer,
then a diamond shine, yet flaring to all those lonely passers bye
On this day of September, blows this brisk spring breeze,
sea winds drive away, those somber lurks of early murky mists
New light shows stone monuments of the united federation;
sadly my loved colonials mostly demolished, now few exists
Modern arts monolithic forms to that of form-n-function,
creates stark symbiotic balanced geometric twists
Contrasting shapes, costs of shelters, monuments of need
provide subtle, sterile boring human drone habitat nests
The great monumental arch of heavy steel, huge in height,
juts stoutly over deep shadows of cooling sea greens
Viewed from north to south, the vehicles run, yet one might
People walk and then now the trains seem to scuttle pass
Two quarried stone monoliths support and displace
Overwhelming is its stupendous arched grey truss
Its displacement of mass is soundly, truly anchored in,
concrete and steel, solid in sandstone shores I trust
Nocturnals hanging creatures rest underneath
collectively pour like waves onto fruit at darkest night
Other drone invaders climb the arch at mornings rise,
now see views of the great harbor delights
Famed house of opera, its sterile white concrete sails
ignominiously split’s the lands of garden cove and quay
Broad is the open classical verse and musical sounds
all resonate to me in voice and beautiful multi keys
Visiting nomads, wander haphazardly, stepping
over sickly brown ceramic stairs, keeping on guided paths
Others in groups shelter around its broad exteriors
from a bighting northerly winds unwelcome wrath
Scalloped sails project to great heights,
its walls made of special tiles and sunglass
Lonely solitaries sit at rest on the few chairs
beneath its skyward shadows; as I wander pass
Pointed bows of aluminum with great tails of foam white,
speed carelessly though, shores rippled by waves of grey-green
People inboard superfluous to shores pretty sights,
their exuberant wealth much to great to need not care.
Lazy dormant ferry craft moored, tucked into asleep,
alone now, nor at drift, sailors bustle and clean
Bellowed colored sails glide along in gentle charm,
Angled bows cutting through wakes of the foamy cream
Fine northern sloping hills of grass green left and right,
Sadly few Bay figs and Eucalyptus gums remain that might,
hide spotty southern red tiled roofs of urban's blight
Too much metal, glass, brick and tile in this ugly sight
Few parks near middle harbor must and shall provide
our native birds and marsupials their safe home
Visitors and inhabitants sit with ore of its wide,
great romantic views; a natures natural homestead
Nocturnal shadows, lighted new shapes are defined
by sickly yellow gold, and neutral cold whites
A stark contrast to neighboring northern shores
restrictive glows of warm reds and subtle blue neon lights
A southern chill bellows down streets can't you tell,
the sea’s breeze brings cold air at springs first night
Rebellious inhabitance, in merriment, workers dwell
My ears fill with all voicers to the charms of nightlife
The hotel shelters provide great entertainment
of the amber beer, fine wine and food delight
Belly full, friendly smiles now greet workers,
puts a quick end to weeks labor fights
Time has passed, it must end
This epic journey of my city
Now strolling toward carriages
of aluminum that fly away quickly
My departure on winged craft
O my prison location; oh too far away
I wish with all my heart and soul,
God may grant me somehow to stay
Remembering my people, its stunning views
that marvel, this southern land and its beauty
I must leave my thoughts and dreams yet again,
in this place I love, I call my home; is the abstract city.
© By PHILIP ANTHONY
Thanks much for reading, hope to get home soon
