Best Bronx Poems

Dawn awakens, lets yawn red searing sigh,
summer steams sweltering sweating sunlight.
Street's hot bed of coals smolders in July,
temperatures torch with tropical smite.

Haze humid stir-frying Bronx crispy craze,
housing is tinder, youth straggle sapped streets.
Rainstorm naught, nothing to break basting braise,
community chafing white wicked heat.

Day, baked yellow...

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The coolest zoo to view
With an all-around great crew

The children are running
Tiger Mountain is stunning

Hear the tigers chuffing
See the parents huffing

At Bird World, people are pouring
To see the birds soaring

Take a ride on the monorail
Around the Wild Asia Trail

In the Children’s Zoo, oh what fun
To...

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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page
the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance
in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high.
And the guys get high and hard thinking about what the girls are like
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she became a new york city
street corner fixture
acted like its the only place to be
acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin
after all all men are guilty
none are forgiven
so she painted false hearted judges
to prop up her proposition
to subvert the natural truth

she lied...

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153 Street Station is clean
Down sturdy metal steps through 
old Yankee Stadium field
where Ruth and Gehrig ran.

Pungent in the nostrils piss follows me
Up the hill where supers sweep trash 
from yesterday’s deals and conferences
Broom bucket hose black bags.

Mothers pull young children to school
Their Diego Rivera...

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Napping behind bushes at Van Corlandt Park I finally got up on my feet,
and being I was homeless and hungry I started to search for something to eat,
preferring to look for food in the shadow's at night was my objective,
that way I wouldn't be in...

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On a sunny August afternoon
I went to the Bronx Zoo,
somewhat feeling blue...
I hurried to get there soon.


Tired of action movies, bowling halls, 
long Poker games and silly talks;
I looked for new ways of sheer excitement...
perhaps animals would offer some merriment.
 

I walked around and observed...

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Trash strewn all over the street
Graffiti every where
A cop walks the beat
Drug dealer ducks back down the alley
He feels the heat
Congested traffic
Honking horns
Homeless lady looking in the trash for food to eat
No shoes
News paper taped to her feet
Shots pierce the night
Sirens wail
Some bodies loved one...

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Water in the Bronx



Beautiful night as clear as day
Resting, for I am a believer
Can not wake up, maybe it is time to pray
For what I am about to see, makes me shiver

Walton High school, beside the subway tracks I stand
Is there someone with a cup?
As...

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The Iceman the Bronx/Tony Adamo

I DIG THAT THE ICEMAN’S BACK, HITTING THE SPOKEN WORD STAGES IN THE BRONX AND THE OTHER BOROUGHS IN NEW YORK/AFTER ALL HE IS BORN AND BREAD IN DE BRONX/WORD SPITTER/ JAZZ SCATTER/GOT THE CITY TURNED ON IT’S LITERARY HEAD/AS THE...

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(To American Protesters)

Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game
Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name,
Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion,
Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to...

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As just about everyone knows,
New York City has five boroughs.
You could be standing in Queens or Manhattan.
Living could also be in Staten Island or Brooklyn.
No other borough has what we have here.
Everybody has heard of the “Bronx Cheer”.
The Bronx is familiar with that infamous sound.
The...

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> holy godless troubadour 
> 
> saint of beauty's truth 
> 
> cigarettes and shades 
> 
> acoustic electric real 
> 
> all despite himself 
> 
> wisps words notes for us 
> 
> tries hard to set us straight so 
> 
> he can...

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Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street.
Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth..
man oh man am I late...

Two and half blocks south down Jerome to the station..
gotta make the Kingsbridge nine o five. 
Thank the lord...

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HE'S BEEN lied too
 CHEATED ON
THE SUBJECT OF
EVERY SAD SONG
BROTHER
NEVER A FATHER AND
DEFINITION OF
A BAD SON
HE CAN'T FIND A REAL
WOMAN
WHO'S BEEN THRU 
HALF THE THANGS
THAT HE'S DONE BEEN

SOME WOMAN PLOT
AGAINST GENTLEMEN
TRY TO MAKE THEIR 
EFFORDS VAIN
THEY UNDERMINE
AND ARE MEDDLESOME
THEY TAKE THEM
FOR GRANITE
AND TAKE THEIR GAINS
WHEN...

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