Bowery Poems - Poems about Bowery

...Ever since I was a youngster, I loved my comedy shows So, I've wrote about some comedy that most everybody knows Remember watching "The Honeymooners" late at night tucked in your bed Remember w......

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...With nostalgia Mom looks back to the year A little girl walking to Riverside Park, without fear Except for the bowery, no homeless on the street Kids played outside, lots of friends to meet. A ......

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...stones by michael r. burch i. far below me lies a village with its houses hewn from stone and though Everyman who lives there bravely claims he’s not alone, i can tell him, yes u are! for......

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...Joe Schmidt grew up the Eastern Bowery His upbringing was less than flowery He robbed a few banks And a few more pranks After which his whole life turned out sourly.......

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... You don’t wanna meet Joey Fatone He’s a Jersey Devil with a Tasmanian attitude Street whispers say, “Baby” is a notch below asylum certifiable A wise guy, gator gait bad to ......

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...Sing Kumbaya around the fire; don’t look around As beneath the baptismal waters the black sheep drown Cold currents under the surface pull their breath down Lullabies of praise snuff their cries a......

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...1 Though still within our infancy, we strive to thrive, but woefully we flash and flaunt our 'primacy', display our trophies pridefully. Our terra firma ecstasy destroys survival's harmony......

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...Ink Stains I have two tabs open, forgot to eat, the studio has no lighting and it smells like cigarettes, but I don’t smoke There's napkin......

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...If our springs are uncertain we enjoy fine sunny days A feeling for spring, even when bad, is always good Such is the opening of April, not winter nor summer It is spring fickle and chilly a sprin......

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...A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand - With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned. He’s fallen down in Shantytown, his knees too weak to stand, With no relief a......

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...at the mission in the Bowery when the addict comes in at night they are ushered through electronic doors that slam shut like a prison echoing down the hall & with few people on staff they make their......

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...I see by the news that they may level a bit of Americana. Alas, 'tis that old icon, the railroad depot in Richmond, Indiana. I have many fond and not so fond memories of that old place. Unless som......

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...‘ Legendary …’ ( Part 4 (of) 4 ) Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key Alas’ … The Hap......

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...No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet, no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets. No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms, no laudanum doses sweeping minds lik......

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...315 Bowery Cavern dark Steep stairways Rebel yell Graffiti walls, Landmark underground Outcast mall. Cradle of Punk Sweet rock n roll Loud lullabies, Awakening calls. Talking Heads Blond......

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