Bronx Poems - Poems about Bronx

A street beat… no, a clave/ not just one, but a chorus of Cuban souls, whispering stories of sun-drenched streets/ sugar cane rum, and women of the streets/ Conga lines in the neighborhood/ Fidel Castro and baseball/ Mongo Santamaria, Chucho Valdes, and Perez Prado/ rumba and rebellion, history in their pulse/ then a...

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BRONX SOLDIER ( this is a true story ) He was a soldier - Bronx born and raised and learned the streets at an early age .helping other people where ever he went- knowing about sacrifices and what it meant . Sharing lunches with the homeless on the streets and speaking with...

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Bronx cheers, muffled in December ‘The Boys of Summer’ have vanished gone the way of the playground ghosts of warmer...

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The Iceman the Bronx/Tony Adamo I DIG THAT THE ICEMAN’S BACK, HITTING THE SPOKEN WORD STAGES IN THE BRONX AND THE OTHER BOROUGHS IN NEW YORK/AFTER ALL HE IS BORN AND BREAD IN DE BRONX/WORD SPITTER/ JAZZ SCATTER/GOT THE CITY TURNED ON IT’S LITERARY HEAD/AS THE ICEMAN WOULD SAY/ GOT TO REDUCE THE OTHER SPOKEN WORD...

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A lunar cave sheilded them from the horrors of radation there the Moondogs honed there skills and became revered by the challenges of nature. Martain Microbes and Titan Sulfurnites the Crystals of a space time Contentioum filled the area were the Magnif One Duplicater wuld build the first ever Home World vessel to store the inhabitants of Earth. Earth a World far, far away! Earth, there a twinkle in...

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Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street. Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth.. man oh man am I late... Two and half blocks south down Jerome to the station.. gotta make the Kingsbridge nine o five. Thank the lord above that train's never been on time. ...

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(To American Protesters) Let them go on with puppetry and think our life is a game Or a gambling scene where they win at the cost of our dear name, Just to heap wealth or fix their steps in more future collusion, Boasting of serving poor people, seeking to reach their own aim. Let others sleep or clown around. We...

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HE'S BEEN lied too CHEATED ON THE SUBJECT OF EVERY SAD SONG BROTHER NEVER A FATHER AND DEFINITION OF A BAD SON HE CAN'T FIND A REAL WOMAN WHO'S BEEN THRU HALF THE THANGS THAT HE'S DONE BEEN SOME WOMAN PLOT AGAINST GENTLEMEN TRY TO MAKE THEIR EFFORDS VAIN THEY UNDERMINE AND ARE MEDDLESOME THEY TAKE THEM FOR GRANITE AND TAKE THEIR GAINS WHEN YOU FIND A WOMAN AND TRY TO COMPROMISE THE WOMAN AROUND PLAN...

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Dawn awakens, lets yawn red searing sigh, summer steams sweltering sweating sunlight. Street's hot bed of coals smolders in July, temperatures torch with tropical smite. Haze humid stir-frying Bronx crispy craze, housing is tinder, youth straggle sapped streets. Rainstorm naught, nothing to break basting braise, community chafing white wicked heat. Day, baked yellow clay, dust dry makes you swoon... pool of cool baptizing childrens’...

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The coolest zoo to view With an all-around great crew The children are running Tiger Mountain is stunning Hear the tigers chuffing See the parents huffing At Bird World, people are pouring To see the birds soaring Take a ride on the monorail Around the Wild Asia Trail In the Children’s Zoo, oh what fun To visit the farmyard in the sun The Indian Gharials are basking While...

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Napping behind bushes at Van Corlandt Park I finally got up on my feet, and being I was homeless and hungry I started to search for something to eat, preferring to look for food in the shadow's at night was my objective, that way I wouldn't be in the spotlight as I hunt around like a detective, I'd...

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While I'm reading a poem about it on the previous page the girls come over to visit their boyfriends and dance in high shoes and perfume. Their legs are strong and their voices high. And the guys get high and hard thinking about what the girls are like       behind their eyes. That says more about me than reality. And...

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she became a new york city street corner fixture acted like its the only place to be acted like its the place for the persecutor to begin after all all men are guilty none are forgiven so she painted false hearted judges to prop up her proposition to subvert the natural truth she lied when it came down to the last hours but i was...

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Water in the Bronx Beautiful night as clear as day Resting, for I am a believer Can not wake up, maybe it is time to pray For what I am about to see, makes me shiver Walton High school, beside the subway tracks I stand Is there someone with a cup? As far as the eye could see, there is water all...

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153 Street Station is clean Down sturdy metal steps through old Yankee Stadium field where Ruth and Gehrig ran. Pungent in the nostrils piss follows me Up the hill where supers sweep trash from yesterday’s deals and conferences Broom bucket hose black bags. Mothers pull young children to school Their Diego Rivera faces Chisled by want from old world stone Set in the new...

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