Down Little Bourke, mid city’s hum,
A man walks on, his fingers numb.
His hairline fades with time’s embrace,
Yet focus lights his solemn face.
Eyes fixed upon the glowing screen,
Unmoved by all the urban scene,
He drifts through crowds in silent zone,
A world away, yet not alone.
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On Collins Street where traffic swells,
A rider waits as red light dwells.
With jacket thick 'gainst wind and rain,
He leans upon his silent frame.
A satchel wide upon his back,
Stuffed full along its heavy track,
His front wheel strays beyond the line,
Encroaching where the walkers dine.
Yet on his head, a helmet worn—
A modest grace in urban scorn.
He lingers still, both still and sly,
Beneath the watchful Melbourne sky.
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Upon Lonsdale Street, in twilight's shade,
A weary man, mid-years and grey,
With bottle dark in hand he strayed,
Its label long since peeled away.
A heavy sack upon his arm,
With secrets cloaked in cloth and thread,
He moved with neither haste nor charm,
Where quiet city footsteps led.
His beard was worn by time’s slow tide,
Now streaked with ash, with silver lined,
And through a strolling pair he tried
To weave his path, as if inclined—
By purpose strange, or whims unknown,
He wandered on, yet not alone.
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Down Elizabeth Street he strides alone,
a slender thread in the city’s tone,
jacket sharp in the autumn breeze,
moving swift with elegant ease.
Fancy ear pods crown his ears,
drowning out the city's cheers—
lost in rhythm, thought, or beat,
a silent world beneath his feet.
Glass and tramlights dance on skin,
as day and noise blur deep within.
He walks a line both near and far,
tethered to sound like a distant star.
Melbourne hums its morning tune,
but he moves on, immune, immune—
a figure drawn in motion's ink,
on city streets that barely blink.
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On Hosier Lane where colors gleam,
They pose beneath a spray-can dream.
Graffiti walls, bold strokes and flame,
Now backdrop to their fleeting fame.
He lifts his chin, his left knee bent,
A tilted grin, all cool intent.
The street a stage, his stance precise,
Caught mid-pose like thrown-back dice.
She holds the phone with steady grace,
An upright calm upon her face.
A frame composed, no words to say—
Their story told in light and spray.
They’re not just two among the crowd,
But stars beneath the street art cloud.
In digital ink, the moment stays,
Two hearts immortalised in haze.
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On Swanston Street, a scene unfolds,
A man with ear pods, a story untold,
Nibbling banquette, with focus keen,
A modern dance, where tech meets cuisine.
Two young men stroll with ease in tow,
Ear pods snug, as the world flows,
Lost in their rhythm, with nothing to say,
Just the pulse of the city, guiding their way.
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He cuts through Swanston, sharp and fast,
A midday blur that’s built to last.
His blazer lifts, a sailing wing,
Caught in the city's bustling swing.
Lunch in hand—a humble prize,
Foam container, warm and wise.
Steam curls up like fleeting dreams,
Between the shops and tram bell screams.
The clock, it chases; he won't yield,
A soldier of the office field.
In every stride, a mission clear,
To beat the hour, to disappear.
Yet in that flight, a quiet grace,
A dance of motion, time, and place—
Where hunger meets the weekday grind,
And Swanston watches, half-aligned.
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Amid the rush on Swanston Street,
Where countless footsteps rise and meet,
A thousand faces glance and stray,
All chasing time, then swept away.
But through the tide of shifting heads,
Two walkers move like silver threads.
Their gaze is fixed, their posture proud,
Alone in focus, through the crowd.
No screens, no signs to draw their eyes,
They walk beneath the Melbourne skies,
As if they see a distant shore,
A quiet truth, a something more.
While city hums in scattered thought,
Their silent stride says all it ought—
In chaos, calm; in drift, direction,
Two souls in step with introspection.
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Two ladies sit where stories flow,
At a small round table, soft and slow,
Outside a shop with faded grace,
Time etched deep on its weathered face.
Peeling paint and a doorway worn,
Whispers of decades gently torn.
In Collingwood, where styles collide—
The hip, the free, the cool reside.
They sip and laugh in morning’s hue,
Among the ghosts and something new.
Where hippie hearts and trendsetters meet,
Their voices mingle on the street.
A moment caught in urban bloom,
With rust and charm and café fume—
Two souls in talk, the world drifts by,
Beneath the patchwork of the sky.
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A man in full gear, steadfast and clean,
Guides his machine through the urban scene.
On Swanston Street, beneath morning’s gleam,
He rides the hum of a hissing stream.
The brushes whirl, the water sprays,
He sweeps the echoes of yesterday’s haze.
With every pass, the grit retreats,
Order returns to the bustling streets.
Helmet low, his eyes ahead,
In dawn’s soft gold and city red,
He makes the concrete gently shine—
A quiet craft, a task divine.
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I can't believe she bought a book—
From Dymocks, of all places! Look—
I thought that shop had long since died,
Its lights gone out, its shelves denied.
Yet there she stood, with quiet pride,
A paperback tucked at her side.
While near her, on Swanston Street,
A gentleman, composed and neat,
Wore a hat—so bold, so fine—
Like jazz notes dancing on a line.
Two scenes at once, a city’s hum,
Where past and present softly drum.
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Through Melbourne’s streets, the riders came,
Wheels at rest, yet hearts aflame.
They dismounted, side by side,
Let the city be their guide.
Through Higson Lane, their footsteps slowed,
Where painted walls in colors glowed.
Graffiti voices, bold and bright,
Stories swirling in the night.
Neon letters, faces wide,
A rebel’s art, a city’s pride.
Each stroke, a whisper, wild and free,
A dialogue with history.
Their helmets hung, their hands at ease,
Lost in walls that spoke with breeze.
For though their journey paused that day,
The art would ride—forever stay.
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In Melbourne’s heart where colors blend,
Hosier Lane, where murals mend.
A canvas loud, a painted stream,
Where art and life entwine in dream.
Amidst the walls so wild, alive,
A young pair struck a pose with vibe.
She raised the phone, her head askew,
Framing the street in vibrant hue.
He tapped his ear, a wicky style,
A playful smirk, a carefree smile.
Graffiti glowed in neon spray,
Yet love outshone the art that day.
The shutter clicked, a flash so fleet,
A fleeting pose on painted street.
Yet in that frame, so bold, so free,
Their moment lived—eternally.
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A row of bath boxes, bright and bold,
Striped in sunshine, red and gold.
Set by the sand where waves embrace,
A timeless charm, a seaside grace.
Yet midst the hues of ocean’s cheer,
One lone figure—oddly here.
A jumper thick, in woolen weight,
As if the sun could not relate.
Head bent low, eyes on screen,
Lost in a world unseen.
While gulls cried out and breezes played,
He scrolled, aloof, his gaze delayed.
Did he seek the tides of thought?
Or answers that the sea forgot?
While Brighton’s boxes stood in line,
He missed their magic, lost in time.
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On Balmoral Ave, beneath the sky,
A man with a beanie, walking by.
His eyes are forward, his steps are sure,
While by his side, his wife’s gaze is pure.
She looks away, a thought in mind,
A quiet moment, a heart entwined.
They walk together, yet apart in pace,
Her eyes adrift, his face a steady grace.
In Springvale’s hum, they find their way,
Two souls who wander, yet words may stray.
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On Balmoral Ave, the crowd does roam,
A bustling street, where many call home.
A man walks by, his hands held high,
With bags of purchases, passing by.
He carries all, both near and far,
The weight of modern life in a jar.
Buy this, buy that, the cycle spins,
From goods to services, it never ends.
Electricity, gadgets, and more to claim,
Each item bought, each new gain.
In Springvale’s heart, he strides along,
A symbol of the world’s endless song.
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On Balmoral Avenue, where life moves fast,
A new winter's chill, a shadow cast.
A strain unseen, a threat to come,
The streets grow tense as fears are numb.
Yet there he walks, in casual grace,
A mask on his chin, not in place.
It hangs there low, a classic style,
As if the risk can be defiled.
The world grows cautious, yet he’s free,
Unmoved by warnings, wild with glee.
Through Springvale’s hum, his steps unfold,
A modern tale, both new and old.
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Through Springvale’s pulse, a steady flow,
A crowded street where faces go,
A man walks by, a brand so clear,
His coat, the mark of Puma here.
A walking ad, in hues so bright,
With every step, a brand in sight.
The busy street hums all around,
Where daily life and commerce pound.
The coat declares in bold array,
A symbol of the modern day,
In Springvale’s bustle, fast and wide,
The world of brands does not collide.
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In Springvale’s streets so bright and wide,
Where voices hum and cultures glide,
An Asian man walks, firm and tall,
A timeless grace, a presence bold.
His face is strong, a sculpted square,
A Han-born mark, both proud and rare.
One hand holds fast a glowing screen,
The other grips a bag unseen.
Through markets rich with spice and trade,
Where Vietnamese roots are deeply laid,
He moves with ease, with steps so light,
A man of past and present might.
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There is always a queue outside the cheap Asian barber shop
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