Big Apple Poems - Poems about Big Apple

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Friday in the big apple

 It is 17.53 in New York 
those who work at night are stirring 
drink coffee, shower and dress
to look their best
This as the multitude drive home 
for the week end 
The police are busy, a rich person
was shot by what appears to be 
by a charming man with a winning
smile,

Big Apple

I grew tired of those Montana mountains
was ready to give up that life for good
So I packed up my kit and kaboodle
and headed off to a new neighborhood

They loaded me onto this cattle car
went flying faster’n poop through a goose.
Then we skidded down in New York City
the place that is famous for their big fruit

That

Big Apple Eye Scream

Central Park's cool event in May
Brings the gigolos out to play
Ilene says, "Its true!
They're all over you!"
Its Banana Split & Run Day

Big Apple Eve

I pictured her milking an udder
And it made my whole body shudder
Then mum piped up,
"Forget her, pup!
She's bound to be some buddy's mudder!"

My Visit To the Big Apple

Life is like the ocean,
Vulnerability is your sail,
Hope is the wind that propels you,
To the land that's known so well.
Trees are made of stone and glass,
Stretching high up in the air,
Concrete paths replace the grass,
Their people have no fear.
They walk with all their might,
To a place they do not know,
Peddling their wired wheels,
To a destination

Big Apple Bite

The Republicans are all hoping
You forgot all about Trump's groping
But New York women
Are like a lemon*
Sugar daddies sweeten the coping!


*excluding Ilene, of course!

Big Apple

Yellow cabs and pavements they call sidewalks,
Grand Central Station and the Metro too,
Central Park as big as a small city,
The Empire State’s great panoramic view.
A walk through Greenwich Village or through Chelsea,
The Hudson flowing deep beneath our feet,
Madison Square Garden for the boxing,
Musical named 42nd Street.
Take a ferry over to the statue,
That’s situated on Liberty

El Dorado

El Dorado
by Michael R. Burch

It's a fine town, a fine town,
though its alleys recede into shadow;
it's a very fine town for those who are searching
for an El Dorado.

Because the lighting is poor and the streets are bare
and the welfare line is long,
there must be something of value somewhere
to keep us hanging on
to our El Dorado.

Though

Big Apple Birthday

When I made my birthday cake wish
A cockroach hopped onto my dish
More frisky than some
It looked rather glum
When it found the cake was not fish

I Love a Young Dancer Named Wilma

There is a young woman I met near Times Square;
She's five-foot-eleven with lovely brown hair.
We were both buying tickets at the kiosk that's there
For a show at the Palace that starred Richard Gere.

So she told me she dances, but that landing a gig
There on Broadway's not easy; Competition is big.
And she moves through the crowds

The Big Apple

I made a trip to New York
and surely looked like a dork
staring at the sky
scrapery so high
(and sometimes ogled a nork*)

I took a walk to the dock
heard so many kinds of talk
from seething masses
(and some were asses**)
all I could do was just gawk

I went out to Ellis Island
'cause Woodie*** says it is myland
and it is

Mother's Day In the Big Apple

Mother's Day in the Big Apple.
While drinking Snapple under
an apple tree.It sort of made
me cry.It sort of made me sigh!
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son,over a lifetime.
Remembering all the things moms
do for a son,in general.Since the
Big Apple has plenty of moms to
speak of.It would be wise to mention
our dads aswell.A dedication by mail.
By

Big Apple Drones

so Bloomberg has no problem
with the coming of the
drones---
that’s right folks,
the mayor of your city
has no problem with invading your lives
to the point where
the swooping
electronic 
birds
can come right down & seek you out,
so that the pigs can be 
absolutely
everywhere at
absolutely
every 
time.

happy to be in the city?
happy to be an american?
happy to be watched in this

Big Apple Lights

its where to be
to have the key
 to a wonderful night
you seen,was when its right
the 
BIG APPLE LIGHTS

Night Time In the Big Apple

Pedestrians rule the city
Cross-lights are ignored
Rushing to the neon lights
Above the night-life doors

The middle finger is a common response
To a car horn’s incessant blare
Flashing lights from billboard signs
Reflecting on pink hair

New York City on any night
No matter the day of the week
Not a place for the mild-mannered tourist
Or a playground for the meek

City lights replace

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