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New York City Evening by Anish, Matthew
A View of New York of the 1950s by John, Andrew
The Pied Piper from New York City - Part Two by Bateman, Gary
The Pied Piper from New York City - Part One by Bateman, Gary
The young man from New York by Manaila, Ghita
At Midnight in New York by Mahoney, Donal
I fell in love in New York by Smokes, Alieana
Legend of New York by Herlihy, John
A Western in New York by Mahoney, Donal
Sunset in New York by Anish, Matthew

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New York Street Horse

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Plunked down in chaos
from a gentler time,
blinkered from the traffic
he pulls the coach along.
Patient, in his harness bond
he tugs at hearts, with pathos-
as to his love of duty we respond. 
Amidst the screech of sirens
and the blasting horns,
he stands and dreams
of meadows in a nosebag.
 
Such rhythmic clicking of
 metal shoes on concrete,
full rolling of the carriage
wheels and he, confined,
down through the centuries
he thought he'd left behind.




Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

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The Pied Piper from New York City - Part Two

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.” The Pied Piper hides his treachery by
Wrapping himself in the glory of the “Stars and Stripes.” Talk about
True shame! He should look in the mirror!  

The “Forgotten Man” who represents those who fell prey to the inflated
Promises and mindless propaganda of The Pied Piper, should not at all
Be surprised later when they suddenly discover—they’ve been “had,” 
That is,
Sadly, forgotten by their Pied Piper,
Replete with his famous Trademark Attributes: 
Thin-skin, 
Clay-feet, 
Twitter-thumbs and
A shrill-accusatory voice.

The Pied Piper, as new-style politician, is also mired in some other
key controversies with his family that are worth mentioning.

Since coming to Washington, DC and ascending to the White House
on January 20, 2017:

The Pied Piper and his family have viewed the nation’s capital and
the people’s house as,

“Luscious Juicy Plums—Ripe for the Picking!”

And, the Pied Piper’s various plans and actions since his ascension
to the presidency are certainly not done necessarily in favor of the
American people—if at all!

Characteristically, he enjoys playing to people’s “Fears,” rather
than taking the higher road that any good leader would do, by
appealing to the “Better Angels of Their Nature.” For sure, an 
Abraham Lincoln, he’s not, nor shall he ever be!    

Indeed, the Piped Piper has done some very naughty things,
among others, already to his credit and ignominy:

His poorly-conceived and implemented Muslim travel ban.

Playing “Chicken” with the U.S. Congress on the state and 
quality of American healthcare.

Using the White House as his own personal ATM machine.

Becoming the “Patron Saint of Nepotism” with the inclusion
of select family members on his staff. (What’s wrong with a
little nepotism, eh?)

Engulfed in multiple business conflicts of interest, both foreign
and domestic.

Revelations of potential collusion with Russia and Russian
surrogates to interfere with the 2016 presidential election.

Blatant violations of the Emoluments Clause of the U.S.
Constitution.

And he’s just now quashed executive branch protection of the 
DACA Dreamer Immigrant Program. 

All these very naughty things are: tragic, thoughtless, sad, stupid,
and grossly reprehensible!

With all this, I now rest my case!

Yet, I would like to encourage everyone to reflect for a
critical moment on “The Fragile Nature of Democracy.”
 
“Democracy,” itself, has been viewed and likened to:
“That Most Precious Fabergé Egg.”

We all must devoutly cherish this most precious Fabergé Egg
called “Democracy.”

And protect it always from the unscrupulous actions of the
Pied Pipers of the World!

For us to do otherwise—would be unforgivable! 

Need I say more?

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 7, 2017 (Political Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017



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All Lives Matter

Fear is what they clothe them in.
Fear of losing their life because of one mistake.
Fear of losing their life because an officer is having 
a bad day.

Some say it's not racism;
"It's police brutality."
Whatever you call it, I can't 
help but ask "where is humanity?"

Mothers weeping because they're losing their sons.
Teaching them to fight back with silence
but that is no weapon compared to a gun.

Six feet under, leaving families to fight for justice
over their lives.
Societies getting tired of it all-
starting riots and constructing strikes.

How many more time will history repeat itself?
Or are we still writing [his]tory , using coverups
as help?

All lives matter despite of their race.
All lives matter despite their mistakes.

In times such as these justice will demand to be served.
No matter how chaotic, crazy, or obscured.

Life is a gift, one that we should all treasure.
Because all lives matter and we need to protect them;
no matter the measure.


Copyright © Amber Binford | Year Posted 2014

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Tribute to Daniel

“In this life there’s been heartache and pain”
How could I begin to find love again
Desperado walking a tightrope
I looked down and Daniel gave me hope
 
“The first time ever I saw your face”
Cold heart melted, longed for your embrace
Your compassion and character shone
No longer could I live all alone
 
“You took my love and you took it down”
Felt lighter than air with feet on the ground
A love without chains, a soul unbound
But walls closed in as I watched you drown

"In a New York minute everything can change"
Sometimes life takes twists that seem strange
A human chain was formed to find my man
Reaching up was Daniel's lifeless hand
 
Efforts to save, resuscitate
Proved futile to fight the hands of fate
Casket sent home, called his folks to explain
“Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane”
 


*Foreigner’s “I Want to Know What Love Is” 
*Roberta Flack’s “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” 
*Fleetwood Mac’s “Landslide”
*Don Henley's "In a New York Minute" 
*Elton John’s “Daniel”
 

By Carolyn Devonshire for Tracie's "Sing a Song for Me" contest.
Dedicated to my fiancé Daniel Sammons who drowned while we were swimming in a 
lake near Tallahassee, FL.




Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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Who's Who

Who's who in the New York Zoo? 
Said the clown with a funny face.
Many different cultures.
Within the human race.
Who's who in the New York Zoo? 
A lion, a bear, an elephant, a giraffe.
Many different animals.
All which make us laugh.
Who's who in the New York Zoo? 
A barber, a tailor, a dressmaker's store.
Many different occupations.
Make your way through the door.
A Catholic, A Christian, A Saint, and A Jew.
Many different religions.
While we feed Central Park's pigeons.
Who's who in the New York Zoo? 
Said the man with a great big shoe.
Find your subway to paridise! 

Zoo York Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..All rights reserved


Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards | Year Posted 2014

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West is the best

California
Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City


Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014

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The High Line

Elevated railroad tracks
Abandoned long ago
Have been transformed into a place
Where grass and flowers grow.

With benches made of wood or stone
And artwork interspersed,
The desolation and despair
Have all but been reversed.

If visiting the city
Is a plan that you have made
Then walk upon the High Line
And behold what’s there displayed.	

It’s part and parcel of the town
But also quite unique
So stroll the High Line if
A New York feeling’s what you seek.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2015

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Showing off the City

In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.

You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.

Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.

*an admirable human being


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2016

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Mr Cokeman

You see I've been misunderstood majority of my life
Its as though if living were war 
then im the knife
Its not my fault society embraces suicide
Label me an aspiring mathematician
Cuz I have nothing to hide
but a simple substance I provide
for an affordable price
my life is nicked and dimed into a dynasty of ghetto capital
my product derived of natural organic matter
strategically cut and cooked for a simple way to provide
that get away you're after boo
Damage is collateral
See while you chase starts
I chase the dollars that make them
See I defy God and for a few
I can make you invincible
destroying your principles 
Cuz ile have you feining for that next high 
that next mucus mixture 
with the snort of that booger sugar
Excess caked up til inhaled to the brain
that mental bugaloo
Cut into rocks of instacourage
for you weak pawns on a chessboard
checkmated before you had the chance 
to advance to enemy territory
You've destroyed yourself 
As I enjoy my wealth
Now whos the loser
When you look yourself in the mirror
and realized you've ascertained a habit you cant break
developed a hunger for a superficial utopia you cant make
You are
So as a businessman my product and I are one
but never mingle
So while you dibble and dabble with the snow
I create blizzards
Are you prepared for the cold cold life ahead of you 
If im caught is federal
But you're worth the effort 
Im just simply the man that makes the offer
And its crazy cuz when the streets were hot
and my product was mixed with soda pop
it was a shoulder shrug
Now I gotta hide my product
discreet with my customers
or metal bracelets will give my wrist
a colder hug 
Load the slug
and aim it at your cranium
this is a ride youll die for
Literally speaking 
No pun intended
It was more of a visual sentence


Copyright © John Floyd | Year Posted 2014

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Valintines- Our Year In Love

It was 2014,
how could I forget?
Most gorgeous woman i'd ever seen,
and yes, you were smoking my brand of cigarette!

Outside Starbucks sipping coffee,
in the most beautiful red dress.
I noticed how you looked at me,
yet, I thought I looked a mess!

You would later say;
"Baby, I loved that scruffy look."
No, I could never forget that day,
for the magic in your eyes was all it took!

Small chit-chat about this and that,
as we sipped coffee eating pastry.
As we got up, I grabbed my hat,
and thought, 'we are like universal poetry'!

I wondered, how could a woman of such beauty,
could be spending time on Valentines alone.
Such a breath of fresh air was your company,
and I had this flutter beneath my breast bone!

Hand in hand through Central Park,
February had a chilly wind.
We both smiled, feeling loves spark,
and released heart never break- just bend!

We walked and spoke for hours on end,
just as 'hopeless romantics' spoke of;
I held you close from the wintry wind,
and I knew it was going to be Our Year In Love!


2/10/2016 wrote for Contest Year In Love


Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2016

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The Pied Piper from New York City - Part One

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of the hoi polloi in
American society, are the ones who accept the:
bluster,
ignorance, 
lies,
rudeness,
and rank buffoonery of this Pied Piper.

They are the ones who blindly choose to follow around this 
Abject Charlatan and Bunco Artist without any question or 
Thought or any civilized degree of true human concern, whilst
HE “pipes” loudly and rudely with an endless supply of hot air, 
And with all due trickery and ferocity, his bombastic true-lies, 
And his merry tunes of deceit, stupidity, and just pure-plain
“Baloney” for those seeking the simplest of answers to the
Significant questions and real problems of the day in our
Society and in the greater world, that cry out for and demand
Intelligent thought, discussion, and consideration of realistic 
Solutions that directly affect people’s lives and their well-being,
And the essential stability of our country and of our allies in
This very complicated world of the twenty-first century.

Ah . . . yes, I wish this were only a dream in the deep-dark center
Of the subjunctive mood of my grammar, but not of my heart, and
My psyche—for it’s truly and unfortunately much more than this,
And it’s much more than one could ever imagine or ever venture
To say that this “Alternative Universe of the Pied Piper” is one
That’s a genuine “Nightmare,” a panoply, replete with:
a few truths,
so many more half-truths,
untruths,
insults,
and endless deceptions!
And even incompetence to boot!
 
But look at this way, it’s just more of the old fantasies just like
The people in the past who received a fake degree from his sham,
Real Estate program at good old “TU” in the Big Apple!  

Ah . . . yes, The Pied Piper is one who always takes great pride in the
Barnum-Fields' popular bon mot: “Never give suckers an even break!” 
He takes this zinger to heart as part of his dubious modus operandi, 
Whilst joyously snickering, and laughing behind the backs of those
Who are gullible enough and have the proclivity to believe anything
They hear him say— just as long as, “it sounds simple and good!”
When I unfortunately hear things like this, I roll my eyes and think . . . 
“Simple is as simple does, and stupid is as stupid does!”

Ah . . . yes, these children of misfortune and those full of anger and
Prejudice—including assorted Hatemongers and merry groups of
White Supremacists, Neo-Nazis, Ku Klux Klan, and those so-called
Righteous Apostles of the Alt-Right who now arrogantly march and 
Strut their ridiculous stuff in a true lock-step fashion to the beguiling  
And mesmerizing shrill voice of this supposed modern-day hero! 
This well-known, thin-skinned man with his pair of clay-feet and an
Overblown Reality TV persona is Our New York Flim-Flam Man!

All this, is clearly on display when the Pied Piper reprises his most 
Famous on-the-air gig in the Reality TV World as—The POTUS!
Horribile Dictu! Horribile Dictu! Oh yes, horrible to be told! And
Horrible it is to be told for sure! This is all I can say in response to
This troubling reality for America and for the greater world.
Let us all now pray! Let us all now pray! 

These poor people have no idea at all that they are being played
As fools, suckers, and willing and unwilling victims, duped by
The Pied Piper’s “Big Lie” mantra in the storied tradition of the 
Twentieth-Century by the clever propaganda machinations, that
Are truly reminiscent of past evil luminaries such as: Hitler, Hess,
Goebbels, Goering, Mussolini; and don’t forget the likes also of
Lenin, Stalin, Molotov, Beria, Brezhnev, Andropov, and so on,
All the way today to the likes of Putin, Assad, Duterte, and Maduro.
Just to name a few!

Say it ain’t true . . . Say it’s not possible . . . But it sadly is!
What a motley gallery of rogues and apostles of deception,
And out and out liars and frauds to be associated with!  

All the while the Pied Piper decries and bemoans the supposed
“Fake News,” and the cherished, historical role of the Free Press in
America, as protected, along with the rights of Freedom of Speech,
Religious Worship, and Peaceful Assembly as all are enshrined in the
First Amendment of the Constitution of the United States of America.

All the Pied Piper’s crying and bemoaning are quite telling and nasty
For someone who sang his paeans and voiced his fulsome panegyric
In support of “WikiLeaks,” which took great pride in their role as a 
Conduit for Russian propaganda and fake news, with the obvious goals
Of spreading lies and fomenting trouble in the hope of disrupting the
U.S. Presidential Election and the general electoral process in 2016.

The Pied Piper’s despicable actions in this regard tear at the most sacred
Institutional fabric and foundation of our nation’s grand Union, whilst
Threatening the very heart and soul of our precious democracy, and the

Accepted tenets of:
Good governance,
Tolerance,
Fairness,
Good judgment,
Moral leadership, and
Expected professional conduct.

In this instance, 
His actions and those of his henchmen
Have been and truly are shameful!

The Pied Piper also chooses, at times, to defame and shame those who 
Would dare to disagree with him in both the public forum and in private. 
In exacting his revenge, one of the Pied Piper’s favorite ploys is to wrap
Himself in the patriotic aura of the great American Flag, the famous 
“Stars and Stripes,” which is most sacred to our American history.
This is quite rich for a man who has never served in the military, and 
For one who is certainly not a veteran! He lambasts his opponents in 
This fashion by calling them both “Unpatriotic” and “Un-American.”

***SEE PART TWO FOR CONTINUATION AND CONCLUSION OF POEM***

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
September 7, 2017 (Political Verse)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

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Urban Legend-Gators in NYC

Two teens shoveling snow that February day,
wanting to hurry up so they could play,
quickly shoveling heaping piles of snow,
into an open 1935 NYC manhole,

Seeing something move down in the hole,
both teens thought "holy mole!"
yelling theres a gator down in there,
wanting to help it out they showed little fear,

Getting a clothesline they helped drag it out,
an 8 foot alligator with a toothy snout,
loosening the line the gator snapped,
while the teens were busy watching their backs,

But both boys were taken aback by the attack,
and decided to give the gator some whacks,
both killing it with their work snow shovels,
whereupon the gator didn't give them anymore trouble,

Now in NYC every February 10th,
the people are reminded of how that day was spent,
with a bronze gator pulling a man down in the manhole,
a quirky subway commemoration reminder for one and all.



4-6-17


Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017

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New York City

I live in the city that never sleeps
Time square lights shine
While the sun creeps.
Homeless men rush to the big tin can 
Of left over meals
Teens vamp through the night,
No sleeping pills.
My fellow citizens
Shop so late
Club stays open in Brooklyn
Way past eight.
Catch a ferry to Staten Island
Or a nice boat ride in Manhattan
A Broadway musical
Staring Jasmine and Aladdin.
A Yankees game in the Bronx
On a nice sunny day
Mr. Softie drives by 
While all the kids play.
A booster on the street
Selling expensive bags for cheap
And Knock off shoes
While he watch out for police.
Knicks game at Madison square garden
Carmelo Anthony hits 30 points
A Rikers island bus 
Releasing inmates from the joint.
New York City is my city,
The city everyone wants to meet.
It stays awake as the sun creeps
My city never sleeps.


Copyright © Corenne Seale | Year Posted 2015

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NEW YORK CITY

A llegiance to no other VICE except a NEW YORK CITY ATTITUDE
B oroughs Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan, Queens and Staten island, take your pick
C ity that never sleeps
D isown your chewing gum on the sidewalk
E mpire state of mind is what you develop when living in NYC
F REAKS and freedom come out at night
G et the gusto and GO!
H arlem is where you need to be when converging in NEW YORK CITY
I n New York City manners are not usually common placed
J ust watch the closing DOORS, you'll be OK
K nowing an URBAN LEGEND is a prerequisite to NYC living
L eft FOOT losers lurk around EVERY other corner
M ost New Yorkers are always rushing off to work at rush hour then rushing back home
N ightlife, NEON lights and honking horns
O nly alliances are with other NYC loving metropolitans
P olice are there to assist (unless you need assistance)
Q uietness is not an option
R ising repeatedly to early morning blaring fire engines and loud radio playing
S taten Island ferry or would you rather the Statue of Liberty?
T imes Square New year eve testimonial, NYC for real!!
U nder no circumstances are you to ever AGITATE (piss off) a NYC police officer
V ery energized New Yorkers (metropolitans) visiting Broadway
W hy does NYC have a subway system? For tourists of course!
X marks the spot, you are HERE.
Y ou a New Yorker?
Z estfully going along for the ride. TAXI!!

This hype is NYC stereotype. ONLY IN NEW YORK. NYC IS a great place to visit and maybe you'd wanna live there. You GETTIN' in that TAXI?!  New York City Baabee!!
THAT'S real. YOU GOTTA PROBLEM?!



Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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9-11 Enter Bare

Enter Bare

Nocturnal screams of voices beamed
Through sacrificial sacred skies
Insanity on a killing spree
With tears crusted crucified cries

On Angels wings flying thin
As the multitudes will divinely divide
Enter bare as we watch and stare
For the world has embraced genocide

Rubble rumbles as structures crumble
Lives are lost within a blink of an eye
Hell awakes as it violently shakes
The cityscapes of Gemini

Evil stays as it laughs and plays
For the demons scream and shout
There’s no escape from the sins of rape
The pain compounds and stingly sprouts

Soulful souls now empty holes
The battalions show their pride
Shall we avenge as we entrench
While the innocent do abide.



Sept.11.2016...^WW^

In Memory of 9/11  

Remembering all the poeple that lost their lives...their families, their friends and all the Hero's that came to help...  

...illustrated by Winged Warrior...


Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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The Day the Eagle Cried

We will never forget exactly where we were, 
	We will never forget exactly what we were doing, 
		We could never forget the loss we felt – 9/11/01.

We saw the birth of amazing heroes,
	We mourned with the grief of thousands,
		We marveled at the strength of the human spirit.

It was the day we held our children more closely,
	It was the day the American Family was reborn,
		And the day we became “One Nation, Under God.”

We heard those resounding words, “A plane hit the tower”,
	We watched in disbelief as the second tower fell to earth,
		And we heard the most heroic of words, “Let’s Roll!”

There were so many lessons that we learned,
	There are so many memories to be held dear,
		There was “Old Glory” – still standing to give us hope.

Firemen, Policemen, Clergy and Civilians-
	Were taken from us in a few fleeting moments,
		We saw a flight of angels, and an Eagle cry.

We became the strongest and most formidable of enemies,
	The most united in spirit and purpose in decades,
		We were filled with renewed honor and pride.

Yes, we lost the very innocence of our being,
	We lost the complacency of everyday routine,
		But yet we gained so much more.

For now we know the true meaning of so many, many words –
	“Indivisible”, “In God We Trust”, “United We Stand”
    		and the most important of all -
			“Greater Love Hath No Man Than This”…


Copyright © Meridy Petricciolli | Year Posted 2005

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THE DAY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY CRIED

THE DAY THE STATUE OF LIBERTY CRIED


It was September eleventh two thousand one
A day the entire world was stunned
Two unopposed aircraft entered New York City
Leaving a trail of death without pity

Like missiles they hit the renowned Twin Towers
Reducing them to rubble in a matter of hours
The pilots who flew them had a mission to follow
Choosing to die just to please allah

They cared not a whit for the lives of others
They sought the praise of their Islamic brothers
At the cost of thousands of American lives
Their loyalty to allah became their prize

The revenge of American lives is yet unended
For fear that someone may be offended
The question is asked, what would we gain
While the blight on America still remains

Now ISIS has reared its ugly head
And two American journalists are dead
So acts of terrorism can't be denied
It began when the Statue of Liberty cried


	Curtis Moorman
	12 September 2014


Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2014

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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                







Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  



Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Opening Day

Bronx bound on New Jersey's Transit tracks,
Direct no stops,
Penn Stations up next,
I jumped on the "D" express to 161st,
Opening Day,
Yeah, the kid in me is filled with glee...

The Sky is Blue,
The Green Grass cut
The interlocking logo well shaped and sculpted, 
Celebrated, 
Reviled, 
Some even despise... 

Ah the joy of opening day,
Where every team has the right,
to still hope for the epic season on this opening night,
The ceremonial first pitch,
The Cheers,
A Salute,
Play Ball,
Tomorrow is Game number 2,
The Dog days not far behind, 
Ready to bark,
But today...
Today we have our...
Opening Day! 


Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015

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Flicker of hope

The abyss so deep so profound
It didn't thwart our efforts
It made us strong of mind
Gave us a sense of unity
To see thru the light
At the end of this
endless Tunnel
this is today,but yesterday's
Gone by recalling a time
When our bodies ached
Working 16 hour days 
16 hour nights at 50 cents
Working long tedious hours
Without a break and getting fired 
For unknown reasons 
No protection  or job security
Low wages day in and day out
Our clothes reeked of sweat
Our hearts cry out to deaf ears
And Our souls bled
We held the bastion
And the flicker of hope
As we stood shoulder to shoulder
Man woman child
Reclaiming and the denouncing
Those who wanted to break up
Our beloved union 1199 Seiu
Call it what you may
This is a message of hope 
Unity sacrifice and survival
Brothers and sisters
United we stand 
Divided we fall.                                                           
And die.                                                                         
The fight will continue...                                                   
   



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    1996-2015                                   
                                                         

   
    


      


                           This was an opening monologue that I recited
                                     For job security and cutbacks
                                                In Harlem,NY
                                     For ratification of a contract
                      For 1199 SEIU Health care workers national union
                          Attended by hundreds of workers and city officials
                                   The struggles and the fight continues
                                                    Thank you


Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

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Showtime

          SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now to let it be
insanities its own and best reward you know

deep in the night while there's no certain thing
but passion for the grief that lingers on and on
as damp and cold as fog as hot as summers sting
come life and death of it before this act is gone

there must be question to the ends uncertainty
that's led us guessing, why was this thing said
and is the act onstage or what the actors see
beyond the blinding light among the walking dead

who come to be amused right through our greatest fear
of no aplause; or laughter where there should be none
and we must speak each word for everyone to hear
exactly as they plan so that the show goes on.

and yes they knew the end before the curtain call
but made production's costs a thing to bear
and every star that's in the sky could surely fall
from how it shines tonnight unless the fire is there

they cannot see the moving of the props around
sometimes in pandemonium, at best in haste
nor setting of the stage--this is our holy ground
the tinting of each face the tightening of waist

there no one dares to tread except for those who see
the detail of it all must blend into the play
as carefully as we make this, our tragedy,
the making up must be complete in every way

we must not let the ending go beyond the end
or all is lost and all we'll hear is mumbelings 
and lack of press where there has never been a friend
so life and death of it come down though pain it brings

let not the curtain to ascend the play is done
and weary are the actors they've performed quite well
as real as life so now the show must not go on
past curtain fall there's nothing more we have to tell.

© Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2016

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Grey mottled Pastiche

A maze of tall ascending fingers pierce the sky
Prominent and conceived as seeds
In someone's fertile mind
Crowded together packed in vertical line
That overshadow the pavement below.

Temples of finance and commerce
Amassed in concrete and reflective glass
As tiny moving dots like ants scurry and hurry below
Metal boxes of all shapes and colours
In the city like a river stop and flow.

A array of stores billboards and eye catching signs
Forming linear line
The pavement wet with rain makes them shine.

The hustle and bustle of traffic 
Horns And police sirens make a awful din
But just normal and ignored by the residents and crowds 
That tread the pavement and reside within 
The collage of busy hectic city life 
For the lucky and affluent a shoppers paradise
But for the homeless sleeping rough
On the cold concrete
Life is tough.



Peter Dome.Copyright.2015. May.



Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015

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The 2014 Stanley Cup Final

THE 2014 STANLEY CUP FINAL

The grand stage. The big dance on the ice.
Two teams have overcome against their competitors
To try and conquer the ultimate prize...
The prestigious and coveted Stanley Cup

The New York Rangers have led the way over their rivals
And the Los Angeles Kings have overthrown their enemies

The Rangers will try to go all the way
To claim the long-awaited cup, two decades since 1994
However, the Kings will try to battle 
To reclaim their lost crown jewel, once theirs back in 2012

Who will rise to the occasion?
Who will be the one to raise the cup?

The 2014 Stanley Cup Final.
THE FINAL BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN!


Copyright © Nileisha Giselle Deliz Diana | Year Posted 2015

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Variations in c note

               



                                            Variations in c note
                                       On the scales arising nocturn 
                                   Bellows swing tapping onto Harlem 









                                              All rights reserved 
                                                 A.Camacho jr.
                                                   1996-2015


Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015