This is the luckiest fountain pen That tongue makes me to pass the exam. This is the valuable double degree That coney catcher provides me to get a nice job. This is the famous multinational company. That ladder pays me a good pay. This is the valuable income. That lifeline drives me to run the family. This is the faithful family
That tree produces me more pleasure This is the lovely house That castle is built by my family's support.
Likewise ,this is the fantastic home
That class room teaches living together.
Brooklyn Cyclone number nine
Is not ready to decline
Clipity clop it climbs
Into the blue sky where the sun shines
Until it turns orange while enjoying evening wine
There is magic in the air
Summer loving with the one who cares
Flashing lights all around
Tradition of a rural community fairground
Instead this is on an island
Architectural feats worth admiring
Outside the big city
That never accepted any pity
National League remembers the past
Mets audition potential players to cast
As all the cotton candy melts
Everyone with a hot dog can’t tighten their belts
In the middle to a season
Enjoying weather supposedly pleasing
Where relaxation is the reason
Cousin Brucie
Has rocking facts that are juicy
About that Palisades Park
That was a long trip for the late Dick Clark
Brooklyn Cyclone number nine
Takes the big drop right on time
Screams are heard
By the flying birds
Down on the beach
Where NYC is in reach
Coney Island
is New York's playground
is it Summer time yet?
I must have been around seventeen years old
when I went to the Coney Island Fair,
not for the tasty hot dogs and burgers cooked on coal
but for the thrilling ride on the Cyclone Roller Coaster!
I put on a brave face, but wind and speed made me feel horrible,
I wanted to scream and yell, " Stop...this is hell! "
And embarrassed, I kept on riding it turning pale
and unable to breath...I was surprised how others looked bold!
It should have been lots of fun, but it didn't make me laugh;
I vowed to myself to never ride it again...
some kids told me that they were afraid too and choose to surf
as the tides rolled in and promised much fun!
The Fourth’s the day for fireworks
And barbecues and beer,
But there’s another custom
That takes place but once a year:
The hot dog eating contest!
And the champs are all prepared,
While only those insane enough
To challenge will have dared.
The five-time winner, Joey Chestnut,
Weighing just 210,
Devoured sixty-eight last year
And wants to win again.
The female best contestant,
Soaking wet one hundred pounds,
Ate forty-one, complete with buns,
A number that astounds.
To watch them stuff their faces
Is a most amazing sight.
It’s silly, crazy and, to me,
Pure grossness at its height.
Yet people love to watch and cheer
To see who’ll wear the crown,
Though mostly they are hoping
Not all hot dogs will stay down.
The hot dog number I’ll consume
Today will add to zero,
But Coney Island soon will crown
The proud new hot dog hero!
The fall of Rome
The sack of it
The glory that was
Is only a memory embedded in the
Souvenirs and documents of the past
For the newly arrived to imagine upon and reconstruct Rome
In their minds.
Glory to god
The fences go up and down,
In and out.
The holes spread out and decay
And those holding on to their memories still decay with them.
Glory to god
The unconstrained fun is no more
Except in old photographs.
The ruins of the wonder-wheel and
The cyclone have become icons
And remnants of a once great society
The glorious and eternal sea breeze
Passes sadly amongst them.
Old lovers
Rest in peace
Recluse at Coney
how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
how does one handle
the talons, the beaks
Donal Mahoney
Coney Island Baby
Copyright Corinne Curcio February 21, 2009
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Coney Island Baby
Let’s take the subway
Cool off at a Brooklyn beach
On this dreamy steamy day
Coney Island Baby
Glamorous, amorous and fair
Rising from the platinum waves
Aphrodite with windswept hair
Shells on the shore
Sand on our toes
Seahorses dart
Love blooms in our anemone hearts
Coney Island Baby
Let’s go to the Penny Arcade
Stroll the boardwalk, eat ice cream
For you and me this was made
Coney Island Baby
Ride the Ferris Wheel with me
Up in the air, round and round
With the seagulls, wild and free
Laughing with glee
At those below
We’ll fly so high
Touching clouds in the sky
Coney Island Baby
Hear the carousel calliope sound?
Put your arms around me now
Let’s kiss as the red hot sun goes down
Coney Island
And your windswept hair
Reminds me
Of Aphrodite
Rising from the platinum waves
Love is flowering
In my anemone heart
Do you suppose it
Mere folly
To think this mere mortal could:
Kiss your sensual dolphin lips?
Nibble here and there
On your adorable scallop ears?
Sample the rapturous flavor
Of your salty sea favors?
Seagulls circling overhead
Laugh and taunt
"You think you can have her?"
I cast my elliptical net
Around you
A ring of protection
Ensnares you, my treasure
I know you are not
Easily contained
But for the moment
You are mine
Glistening in the sunshine