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the big apple

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, but was he a man?
We live in a time when many women 
strive to look like men, because 
they think men have more power
when they realize it is not, so blame
the capitalist system
Two professions are busy tonight
the police who have murder to catch
and the women how try to look 
as feminine as possible, to entice men's
libido, they are more busy now 
than ever before when so many women 
strive to look like dowdy  executives
with horn rimmed specks 
 more interested in status than love
The police will find their man, commentators 
will blame Trump and the man with 
an odd name, Elon Musk (is he real) for 
the violence caused by unrestricted 
freedom of expression.
What happens in New York to night
pales into insignificance, compared 
with a world, at the brink of of a war
that will destroy us all
Perhaps with Exception of Musk who
will settle on Mars

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 place was supposed to be all fast paced
I could hardly wait to see all the sights
But after three hours in the taxi
hadn’t found the place I was staying the night

As I was riding in that yellow car
the man said unemployment was real high
I was pretty sure he was joshen’ me
there‘s ‘help wanted’ at each place we went by

If there’s one thing I learned about that trip
if I should again get the itch to roam
I’ll just tuck my money into my mattress
cause it’s best to just keep my butt at home

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 untold.
To prosper is their glory,
Their shrines are built so tall,
To stand beneath the mortar,
One can feel a bit small.
Pay no mind to them in a rush,
Their always on the move,
Don't try to slow them down though, 
They can be a little bit Rude.
I believe they truly mean well,
In the efforts that they make,
But only the old man in the desert,
Or the famous fortune teller,
Can make that claim.
So if you have a week or two,
And you want to see the sites,
You should raise your sail with glory,
So hope can blow you in tonight.

R.K.H
10/24/2021

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 Isle,
Stand at the base of the one World Trade Center,
The tallest u.s. building for a while.
Brooklyn Bridge and Rockefeller Centre,
A symbol of amazing self-made wealth,
Times Square to welcome in a brand new year,
A Macy’s trip to help your mental health!
The yankees stadium lies in the outskirts,
Back to the centre for a Broadway show,
Bloomingdales the height of any fashion,
Museums and Parks everywhere you go.
So get a cycle or hire yellow taxis,
To see most though I’d recommend you walk,
To see sights of a 24 hour city,
The magic and the beauty of New York!

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 with a natural grace;
Watching her's such a pleasure that I must hide my face.

But her style, you know, can scarcely compare
To those twinkle-ing eyes, and what they hold there.
It's to bask in her presence that's the purest of joy;
And I feel like nothing but a lost little boy.

But my feelings for her are not puppy love
Though she seems like an angel sent from above.
But, alas, I'm a pauper, who can't pay the rent
And she merits a man who's much more like a gent.

So I'll have to be happy with watching her dance;
As a husband with family I haven't a chance.
If I only foresaw that I'd meet her one day
My own life would have gone a much different way.

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 yours too
it just wouldn’t do —
to exclude folks from the high lands

deserts, swamps or wherever.
I think we should endeavor
(since most of us once,
were just immigrants)
to welcome them forever

or give it to first peoples,
tear down our pious steeples.
Stop saying we care
(if it is hot air)
Stop our slaughter of sheeples!

I tend to ramble a lot.
My trip to the melting pot?
Was a WOW I’d say
and maybe one day
I will return at a trot.

Salute to souper Ilene
(a fan of, I’ve always been)
and to that Billy
who is so silly****
They live in that crazy scene!

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asteriskus explanus:

*aussie slang word (google it)
**not all were asses — overall I found New Yorkers much less rude than I had expected (based on what I’d been told) 
***Guthrie - the folksinger
****According to hisself, souper Sillybilly Thekidster

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 sending them a card,from the Big
Apple Farm.And never forgetting we
were sons..

Mother's Day Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2010,2014..
All rights reseved

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 
“democracy”
like an ant under a
microscope?

feel like a criminal,
even if you aren’t?

let me ask you this---
does it make you feel like you should
give em’ something to watch?
has it gotten to that point yet?

it will.

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 the sun
As if it never set
Don’t go home before twelve-o’clock
The party hasn’t started yet

Taxi cabs will run you down
It’s just another dent
You have not been pick-pocketed
That money you have spent

You can repeat Sinatra’s line
“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere”
Just don’t be insulted if we are not impressed
Because New Yorkers don’t really care

New York, NY – Night Time

The World's Big Apple

From an awesome fountain, teeming with life
Out of her depths arose a city of lights
Built upon the shoulders of native sons
A place of hope, liberty, and freedom invites

For centuries her gates have been open wide
Welcoming hoards of strangers from afar 
Bringing multiple cultures, traditions, cuisines and skills
Now a “melting pot”, a bright, twinkling star

Her people once thought of as cold, and uncaring 
On broad streets, and alleys, the death toll was high
Now a change of heart for the better is born in
The world's "Big Apple" reaching to the sky

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