Belleville Boys - By Bob Atkinson

Belleville Boys

- by Bob Atkinson

walk the streets of
our old town

thoughts of fame not
unfounded

tell us if our
hearts conform

with success to be
adorned

here on those
sidewalks laid for
us

by streets of
asphalt drawn from
dust

lights which shine
for us at night

below the stars of
heavens might

we desire to succeed

we develop from
another breed

we transform
ourselves again

into a newly formed
music band

names will change
along our path

some come along,
some don't last

some add to our
candle power

some step back, some
stand for honor

Connie sang the
"Sorry" song

Bert and Harry had
penned so long

ago, seems ages, but
was nice

when she our hearts
sliced with a knife

Tommy dreamed of
success

as did Nick and
Frankie, Bob

whom Joe presented
to the guys

as wonderment in
writing style

Shorts had success
in history

Cheri started the
money tree

life goes on toward
open progress

twists and turns
leave some
despondent

for the memories
these guys made

as we went through
our phases

their style, their
efforts well
appreciated

from this side of
life's directive

we thank them all
for their work

their toil, their
songs written in our
book

those memories now
folded into

the fabric of our
grasp of future

to those who have
not seen the sights

of minds expanded by
these guys

we present them as a
legacy

of dreams
accomplished with
energy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Kubicki Avatar
June 5, 2016 at 12:12 PM
Where is the poetry. This is YUCK prose.
Atkinson Avatar
February 24, 2016 at 3:41 PM
Tim. It's about Frankie Vali and the Four Seasons singing group. They're from Belleville, New Jersey. Regards....Bob
Smith Avatar
February 24, 2016 at 2:18 PM
Sounds like a wonderful town. You carried many of your upbringings and traditions throughout this piece. It makes this poem priceless and gave it a life to carry on well past our livelihood.
Winzer Avatar
August 27, 2015 at 11:08 AM
A story well told.
Thirtyseven Avatar
July 22, 2014 at 6:51 AM
Ah fame, how elusive. I like the way you've told this story. And that "candle power" stanza, what fun. Well done.
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