City

April is nearly over and Paris looms near
A week in the French capital to bring happiness and cheer...

Czech rain is different to all the rest
For when it rains I feel truly blessed
While rain...

On Saturday you will be walking the same footsteps as me
The things I take for granted you are...

The city has eyes,
And these eyes, they can see,
From the joy of the suburbs,
To row...

Big city, bright light
Architecture, suburbanite
Concrete jungle, neighbourhoods
...

Abandon hope, travesties appear
For only phantoms adhere
Decayed remains yester-past
...

I frequent Mill Road in Cambridge
I like its eclectic range of shops
And other businesses...

The tears are in my eyes for paradise is lost.
The fire burned the entire city it is gone,
...

My Paris begins with
Those early days
As a conscious flâneur;
I recall the couple...

Yesterday for my birthday,
I started off
with a bottle of wine...
I took the train...

I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At...

The weather is mild ‘n’ cool
I am transit in Istanbul
This is the best 9 hours
That I...

I see bubbles in Paris and they are a magical sight
Could stay and watch them all day and...

Boom. Blast.
Urbanization moves fast.
Concrete turns to pavement
like sand melts to...

I searched the waters for treasure that day .

The city of Roses , tucked away walk with me ,...

The August winds blow cruelly across my face.
August.
Sun, sand and warm sea waves are...

To see my city through a tourist's eyes
Must be full of wonder and great surprise
The things...