Conversing with people in houses
I often pick up in the air
The chirping of birds,
Those avian words
That make me feel like I’m right there.
My early-morn walks by the river
Provide me, as well, with the tweets
Of the sparrow and jays,
With their citified ways,
In the branches of trees on the streets.
But the biggest surprise in this lockdown
Is how quiet my city’s become
So from on the 9th floor
I can now hear much more
Of their song, without traffic’s harsh hum.
Categories:
citified, bird, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Oh,sturdy beloved amber street lanterns,
Covered with cold tears from heaven this night.
Standing stalwart before our warm homes,
No matter how roughly the winds do blow!
No huge, blinding citified lamps, not at all.
These beloved,amber lights, but five feet tall.
Loving their residents, each blessed night.
Friendly, welcoming lanterns, they.
That make my heart amber-glow,
At the close of the each blessed day!
March 16, 2020
3am PST
Categories:
citified, home, image,
Form: Free verse
A children’s catalogue arrived
Along with other mail.
I don’t know why I got it;
That ship long ago set sail.
Of course, I am a nana;
There are grandkids I can spoil,
Although the sky-high prices
Made me shudder and recoil.
But what I found intriguing
Were some strange accessories
Which the editors decided
Would some city children please.
In a group of knitted pillows
For an urban habitat
Were a taxi and a hot dog
And a pigeon and a rat!
I’m as citified as anyone
But really, who’d presume
That a kid would want a rat
(Even one knitted) in his room?
Guess the editor decided
That such things are New York cool
Yet to this Manhattan nana,
It’s a choice made by a fool.
Categories:
citified, children, new york,
Form: Rhyme
Inspired by another poem by another poet---------just for fun
Oh, I didn't know that cowboys
weren't respected and revered
John Wayne, when he passed away
Brought me close to tears
But now I know that people
Think we're all just trailer trash
So I've taken of my boots
And tossing out my hats
There's no more eating beans
upon these dirty plates
And movin' from this trailer park
Oh brother I can wait
But, putting cars on blocks
Oil changes in the yard
Stopping those activities
I swear it will be hard
Beer cans won't get piled high
In a pyramid, way out back
My pit bulls won't be barkin'
Always ready to attack
Soon I'll trade-in my pick-up
For a brand new SUV
And I'll become more citified
For the whole dang world to see
I won't mistreat my woman
And call her an old cow
And I won't let my kid's
Ride a bull, or catch a sow
Oh, I didn't know that cowboys
Were just lazy and no good
So we're moving from the country
Right to your neighborhood
Categories:
citified, change, humorous, satire, social,
Form: Lyric