Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

Street Beat

Life has a rythm, even in confusion
Listen to the beat, feel it's profusion
Boom dity boom clankity clunk
I close my eyes, I feel the funk

Street car screeching, footsteps on ground
Pop bottle dropping, glass breaking sound
Voices rise and fall, cabbie screams out loud
Anger frustration from demonstrating crowd

Honking horns, join the symphony 
Leaves rustling, exhaust blowing on tree
Boom box beating, dancers getting down
To some song, called Monkey Town

Children giggle, running down the street
Flip flops slapping, beat beat beat
Lost in the sounds, swirling around
That's why New York, is my kinda town

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Casarah Nance July 9, 2014 at 6:49 PM That would be good music, my world is the opposite, Silence but the wind hollowing through the trees, chipmunks scurry across dead leaves. No cars, no people, only my own heart, From this vacant place I would never depart. but your poetry does wonders for my soul,and to see a piece of your world, that is my goal ;) xxx Richard Lamoureux July 10, 2014 at 7:01 AM This one is a flight of imagination.I live in Kelowna, located in the Okanagan valley in the heart of British Columbia. We are on lake Okanagan surrounded by orchards and wineries.

Carol Eastman November 3, 2012 at 4:29 PM I loved the imagery and the rhythm. reat write! Richard Lamoureux November 3, 2012 at 4:34 PM Thanks again Carol. Carol Eastman November 3, 2012 at 4:30 PM Meant Great write....