Best Park Avenue Poems

The fire raged, no place to dwell, a busy street, a place of hell..
What loss of life we do not know, no place to live,...

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PARK AVENUE

I came across Park Avenue in Winter Park, Florida
many years ago, where I flew for my work to examine
a company for following its claims...

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My favorite President is yet to be
  He may well not go down in history
For he'll do what really needs to be done
 ...

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Puttin on the Ritz - Just for You

Remember when I used to be dead broke,
and everyone laughed cause my dreams were a big joke?
Well I...

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My Dog Boo


Have you seen my new avatar?

Did you know I can't play guitar?

Do you know I once walked on Park Avenue?

Did you know I...

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Rapacious  Itch 


It felt things coming, 
The undeniable bottom feeder reality, 
Where thought had no credulity, 
Where irrational emoting ruled, 
Void of mind’s prep,...

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The Ice Frozen Box, I Like To Call My Heart
8/04/10
By: Sami LaRose


In times of evaporation, the heart fades away
Looking for a newer and brighter day.
He...

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Mike drop!

Just because the thought you have ran into overtime
You don't have to play as if rhymes do not rhyme
Thrill without skills
Techniques with out beats
Beds...

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I was a diligent safety engineer, modifying the hazardous work practices,
Like the thrilling festive celebrations, when you open up pretty packages!

I took my work very...

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A day once clear and warm has changed; 
The sky is dark.
Beneath the storm, my friend and I;
We glide down Park.
Through half bare trees, a...

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Bigwigs like to breakfast
With compadres of their ilk.
They like imbibing power
With their coffee, tea or milk.

The usual location
Where they meet and break their bread
Plans to...

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The jazz men of Grand Central Terminal
Gathered on the dirty edge of Park Avenue
Wearing the green-white guayaberas and some honeymoon sombreros. 
Suddenly we have been...

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We have sprinted on our paws
from silver fields into the ashen corridors
of Office-Max
How early we set our alarms, how grown up,
who don the coats of...

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five chameleon sisters with talents none shared
dancing the day awake in a Nebraskan hay field
one was a dancer, dreaming of Broadway and Park Avenue
one was...

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Seeing you holding the door for her
I hardly knew you.
I barely recognized your face
behind its new expressions.
I had to stop and turn
to see you close...

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