TILES

TILES

A Poem by Rene Velez

linoleum plaques
a mystery intact for all to see
pasted on city asphalt
under Trident Maple trees
conspiracy theories
or unknown mysteries to show
a trail so cold straight down
a rabbit hole

diction,
in forms of science fiction
it's agreed, each message substandard
to educational pedigree, mentally
scholars are collared by it's addiction
enmity for it's complexity

spewing propaganda or truths
a mystery in it's roots
the jester is hard at play
look down and survey
another put down
near a roadside cafe

and the questions still grow.


© 2012 Rene Velez


Author's Note

Rene Velez
The Toynbee tiles are a mystery, they are in all major cities placed on roadways, city asphalt. They have messages that at times are obscure and vague, but also political in nature. Here's a link to learn more.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toynbee_tiles

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Very interesting. I like it!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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love it...and especially something that I didn't know about! How interesting, what a great job you did conveying the mystery of these tiles..solid powerful work

Posted 12 Years Ago


Stirring for sure.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is great! It's rich, it has flow, deep meaning...it's an awesome write

Posted 12 Years Ago


the anonymous artist expression, carved, embedded into the infrastructure, into the subconscious, into the inner mystical working of the creative mind. Effective? Esoteric? Created for posterity? They exist none the less. The scraps of a non-virtual, viral message.

Your piece pulses with the rhyme and rhythm of rap, street graffiti poetry, from segregated theaters to beat cafe's, spoken in inspiration to artistic enunciation. The infection of the message goes on....

Posted 12 Years Ago


WOuld like to know more on these tiles...google here i come nice write

Posted 12 Years Ago


I get the idea this is about politicians is it

Posted 12 Years Ago


And what are the questions that grow?
The jester is hard at play and with that what is the game? A nice little riddle forms the end, a direction of poetry that can take the reader to where their thoughts are brave enough to go...
Down the freaking Rabbit Hole:)
Great write, my friend!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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