125Th Poems - Poems about 125Th

...(spotlight hits center stage. A figure approaches, casual, confident. He grabs the mic, James Brown’s defiant anthem “Say It Loud- I’m Black and I’m Proud” fades into the background.) The crowd goe......

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...NINE MILES OF BLUE By Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip spoken’ Word I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/ Beer, peanuts, dark smoke......

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...He died facing the dawning east While the raiders gathered for feast His blood that dripped on pristine soil Caused the hog-tied bloods to boil The war he waged with mighty pen Kept wagin......

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...Summer memories That Friday night If I could have thought of something When he was looking 125th street the pictures see them again see them a thousand times same as the old ones anyw......

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...I walked through Harlem just the other day. The Harlem I knew as a child has totally gone away. I use to play hooky from school and I ran those streets at night. But now you can't even find a descent......

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...Does time matter to a sleepless city? Waiting for the train to come…it'll be here eventually Most likely it won't even have my stop. Hop on hop on while others hop off. This particular track wasn......

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...125th BEAT He and I strolled the streets in the rain he and I strolled the streets in pain each hoping the man on 125th street would be there two young white boys strolling the streets in fear we'd......

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...A HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIFTH BEAT He and I strolled the streets in the rain he and I strolled the streets in pain each hoping the man on 125th street would be there two young white boys strolling the ......

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...getting off the d-train one morning @ the 125th st. nicholas stop & walking toward the soup kitchen where i was going to work that day i saw a young girl of maybe 6, 7 or 8 (i’m not good wit......

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...when the music slows down it's final call women and men pushing their way through the halls locked in stalls rolling spliffs for the long haul stuffing beer bottles under their wife beaters ......

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