Best Uptown Poems

Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
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On the eve of All Saints Day known as Halloween
We've a night where nothing is ever as it seems
 
Abraham, Martin and John hosted a...

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For some reason, Thursdays find me warped both in a space of inertia and hyperactivity. Perhaps the anticipation from hitting work deadlines on a Friday...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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I wrote a song last night,
Oh yes I did,
The bittersweet words came to me 
As fast as a locomotive train...

About a girl from the wrong...

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In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins! 
They turn around and...

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At a meeting, someone said,
“I’m hungry. Who has food?”
Some offerings were made for which
He showed his gratitude:

A yummy looking sandwich,
Missing two or three small bites
And...

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The wife ‘n I were taken out
by me’ bosses on a Christmas ‘do’,
to a restaurant I can’t afford,
uptown in some swank avenue,
where a waiter dressed...

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I was waiting at the bus stop, for the number nine to take me uptown,
that’s when I saw her in the park, sitting crossed-legged on...

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Coming from out of nowhere 
somewhere in space
somewhere above 
Somewhere my love
Running and running I was
Those son of a guns
Would pop me in my head
Pop...

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What Is Love 
   by Edmund Siejka

My parents argued frequently
So love was an elusive something 
Usually found in someone’s else’s home
In high school...

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Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.

Center courts...

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My mother always took the bus.  I never understood why.  We had a car, but she insisted on taking the bus uptown. ...

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please meet me as the sun is setting
by the old mill road
we’ll spend an evening not forgetting
sharing heart’s abode

we’ll take a stroll down to the...

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Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me. 

Looking...

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