Fifty flights up a fish swims by
Hundred floors up still no sky
Lady liberty points to the surface above
Same as the city of brotherly love
Mankind fighting for a piece of land
Few places left to stand
Food short supply
So many cry
Die
World is sinking fast
Mankind struggling to last
Passion is hard to find
In a world gone blind
Categories:
city of brotherly love, 2nd grade, business, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
What would this city be like
If no one dies tonight?
If bullets stop flying?
If innocent lives weren’t dying?
Because these streets are like a war zone
And one night you just might not make it home
Tell me what would Kensington be like if there wasn’t any drugs?
And when will the city truly become the city of brotherly love?
Because there’s too many stories to tell
How a life has ended under the cities El
And over there on Lehigh
They’re prostituting just to get high
I’m just wondering what would the city be like
If no one overdosed tonight
And right outside of city hall
A homeless man sleeps up against a wall
Thirsty and hungry
To understand it takes the strong me
Cold and alone
Abandoned buildings now called home
I just wonder what the city would be like
If no one went hungry tonight
And I don’t want the city to be portrayed this way
So I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure it doesn’t stay this way
Philadelphia!
Categories:
city of brotherly love, poetry,
Form: Lyric
Spruced, cleaned up, did up
It's been ages or so of corruption erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could have been, a city of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once boom town of olden days, forgotten
With its forsaken downtrodden
Reflection of shattered wind hum
And vanished forebears, begotten
Times --News flash hearing
Bouncing back, itty-bitty
Fordtown, Motor City
Rousing, awakening, breathing
The start of a new beginning
Know-how, patcher uppers, mending
Casing, coating, covering
The fractured wounds of di-TRITE, history
By and by, one and all to see
That you're recovering so forth, to be
Time will camouflage all of thee
Leftover wounds, fade and shade
Generous amount, lipstick, paint, masquerade
To feather back in, the once decried
And find character domain with pride
No sense in holding, something, blurring
Expectation is in the purifying
Smell the wild breeze of futurity
Witness the buds blooming
And a sea of new faces developing
Promising, a forgetful time of *Big D* nebulous dreary
Categories:
city of brotherly love, city,
Form: Free verse
SLAMMIN DOWN ON MY CITY
A Poem by Debbie_Philly
" About the crime in my city. "
SLAMMIN DOWN ON MY CITY
My city’s bleeding, needing, dying, babies crying
As bullets go flying past my window sill………
Do you think the violence will every stop, hating
Blazing, skating through our lives………..
Wake up City Of Brotherly Love, do you need
A shove, a hit……. Don’t spit on my streets
Liberty bell is going through hell, dwelling
Yelling, swelling from the pain……….
Stand up and be heard against the germ, the virus
Infecting our city, this plague is….. Not pretty
Love your neighbor as yourself, put your guns
Up on the shelf, please take pride within yourself
And help us live again.
By: Debbie Kelly~
Categories:
city of brotherly love, spoken word,
Form: Free verse
They are always telling us to remember.
Go out and vote each first Tuesday in November.
Each American citizen has a voice.
We go to elect the candidates of our choice.
We democratically seek to find a solution.
This right is give to us by the Constitution.
It usually comes down to a Democrat or Republican.
The majority of votes determine who will be in.
Each ballot is confidential once we close the curtain.
In debates, they sling mud at each other.
This year’s election is the same as another.
Political issues usually amount to a plethora.
It is no different here in Philadelphia.
A mayor is to be chosen in the City of Brotherly Love.
I say, pull the lever at the bottom, “None of the above”.
Categories:
city of brotherly love, political,
Form: Rhyme
When Philadelphians wanted to see a basketball game,
the “Warriors” was their first team’s name.
They had several players achieving great fame.
Familiar names included Joe Fulks and Paul Arizin.
They were joined by Tom Gola and Wilt Chamberlain.
However, it was in the year of 1962
when the NBA franchise packed up and bid adieu.
The only professional team Philadelphia would know,
moved their operations to San Francisco.
Therefore, Philadelphia was without a team for a year.
However, the Syracuse Nationals relocated here.
In the City of Brotherly Love, they took a new name.
The “Seventy-Sixers” were now playing the game.
They traded to bring Wilt Chamberlain back.
The offense sported a formidable attack.
Among the big names that were playing here,
were Chet Walker, Luke Jackson, and Hal Greer.
The city’s basketball fans were in seventh heaven
when their team became world champions in 1967.
Categories:
city of brotherly love, history, sports, basketball,
Form: Rhyme
Call this country the united states
Of Donald trumph Oprah Winfrey
And bill gates
And the country that has so much hate
And so little faith
And the city of brotherly love
Is the city of money sex thugs and drugs
Robbing and stealing all for the same money
That says in God we trust
The government means torment
The decisions that are made are made without us
Many are offended by Gods name except when they take His name in vain
This judicial system is a joke basically its a hoax
They'll hang glide you
They're luciferians washing,the devils back
Gave drugs to blacks
This conspiracy is a fact
Man we got jacked
While their pockets got fat
Gave us just enough slack
So it wont look too obvious and suspicious
That's what has been going government
Better known as the devilment
Categories:
city of brotherly love, black-african amercity, drug,
Form: Rhyme
Why is that us as black people
Can't live peacefully in the city of brotherly love
Why do we think it's cool for us to rap about
the burners and the gats
Instead of realizing what's happening amongst us blacks
Why is it that we're told to live life to the fullest
But in reality we can't
In reality we can't handle life
We can't handle the
Joys and sorrows that come with living
We can't handle the fact that
The people we love the most aren't going to be here forever
We can't handle the fact that the good really do die young
To young if you ask me
But I will tell you this one thing
We have a responsiblity
To live this thing called life
As if the people we love the most
Were right here with us
And then maybe we can learn to understand
This simple thing known to us as
Life
Categories:
city of brotherly love, black african american, death,
Form: I do not know?