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New York City's Greenwich Village

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New York City's Greenwich Village

                                          Greenwich Village breathes,
                                       She inhales exhausted tepid air,
                                And exhales blustery winds of possibility.
                              The lady blows away the veils of dishonesty.

                                       Tangled streets strung together,
                                   Knotted masses of pearls and poetry,                  
                               Entwining marbled heroes,rounded arches, 
                                  Crucifixes,and snakes penned on skin.

                                  Artists, tourists, vagrants,and scholars,
                                   Know the calling of its siren song well.
                                   People living on the fringe of humanity,
                                    And those from the upper crust, fuse.

                                     The village is the one spot on earth
                                Where you can expose your primal desires,
                                     And explore their depths unfettered.
                                 She is a lovely harlot who lives to please .

                                   Musicians and thinkers engage in chess,
                             Neighbors line the benches of it's central park.
                                  Children run naked through its fountains.
                                  The poor and idol rich roam, anonymously.

                                    A reader of fortunes lays out his cards,
                                 Lovers tango,who knows which one leads?
                                 Perhaps all the seekers will find their way,
                                   And the leaders will learn how to see?

                           Lady Greenwich Village,the canvas of New York life,
                              Her face painted with brilliant spattered oils.
                                Each of us can add our own divine colors, 
                            Dripping and blending with individual uniqueness.



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  1. Date: 12/28/2012 1:12:00 PM

    Brenda, congratulations with your poem featured on this awesome endings week of 2012. Wishing you the best of 2013 to come... luv * Linda

  1. Date: 12/27/2012 4:53:00 PM

    Wow! Greenwich Village sounds like an incredible, amazing place! The imagery is astounding in this poem! This is beautiful! Thank you! God bless you! :)

  1. Date: 12/27/2012 12:24:00 PM

    An amazing write, Brenda. You have painted the various images of Greenwich Village in such a way that enchants the readers. This is a beautiful poem. -Mohammad

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 10:25:00 PM

    I love the egaliterian spirit in this write Brenda - the chance of playing chess with strangers, outdoors especially, is great - perhaps I'll go into Chicago's Washington Park in the spring and play the hustlers and hoboes - J.A.B. %