Detroit Rolls Royce
Actually a “Cherry Picker”,
A Royce costume,
Disguising Yonah’s rise,
Repairing Balmore’s eruv slicker,
Faster than a Lamborgini volume,
But TA’s Gabbai is wise,
Checking wires needs a “Stickler”,
An observant Jew who doesn’t assume,
Taking pains to apprise,
R’ Ribiat is a George Washington “flicker”,
Both are Fathers, Yonah of the Ribiat Bloom,
Detroit Tiger & Lion prize,
Ty Cobb wore knickers,
R’ Ribiat a “Bekesher” plus reads volumes,
Hears Baila’s sighs & cries,
Eats Kosher, laughs never snickers,
Enjoy to 120! Adar zoom resume!
Chaim & Barbara
How pretty
is the motor city
under neon diodes?
I sent my heart
into its stars
exhaled my soul
into rustbelt smoke
maybe I’ve lost my mind
or rather it’s left behind
my sanity abandoned
and blighted
my memories subjected
to successive evictions
—just up and forget ‘em—
I guess the city could
enlighten me a bit
on resilience
UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE
Ade is a Nigerian patriot
But permanent in US’ Detroit,
There, charming Nigerian Flag hoisted,
Bared schemes upon him foisted…
Ade, The Rare Nigerian Patriot,
Scarcely planning to leave Sweet Detroit,
Shall unfailingly shoot all of them,
Giving his Giant. causeless problem:
Politicians who might risk Rigging
He’d begun their graves a-digging:
For them the cheapest US caskets,
A little costlier than Mum’s baskets;
Never to stubborn pressures relax
On compatriots evading Paid Tax…
To keep performing civic duties,
From where he had kept quaffing fruities.
We three Snowmen of Detroit are
Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Sledding is more fun than our car.
We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi.
Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh.
Landing in your hometown but staying not long.
To stay through July would just be wrong.
DETROIT IS:
D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant
M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit
Beautiful black woman Angela Davis
Stood by herself
At the 50 yard line
A football crooked on a tee
At her feet
Waiting
And she sang the national anthem
To an empty stadium
In perfect pitch.
When her deep voice soared and hit
That line about rockets and red glare
There was no cheer
Like a hanger swinging without a shirt.
The football players kneeled
Raising black fists
Locked in arms
While the white burly coach with a sharpened pencil
Stuck behind his ear
Placed his hand on the shoulder pad
Of a black player who was bent beside him
The Bears and Lions united in defiance.
Sitting on my couch back at home
Wearing my Stafford #9 Honolulu Blue jersey
I quietly cried with loss
And I wept for what was gained
This first Sunday back to normal?
I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered
Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles
Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth
I wear a body double of fur curved
Like a polar beast on my back
Then the Voice of the Turtle whispers…
And sprinklers spritz in a mist of sunrise
And rows of palm trees unfold as a breezy outfield fence
Blue sky a homerun boundary
Free to swing away you can’t miss
Buckets of baseballs flung to the green sea
Leather-gloved squids
Eight kids per position
Waiting their ground balls and pop flies
Legend to rookie 60 feet and 6 inches from the big show
Chin skimmed and bum chapped with red dirt
Tip of hat flattened to home plate
Get up swing back at that
Unfamiliar crack of doubt
Deep from winter inside you.
A hot sun is a bird perched on the bill of your cap
#10 Numi eternal rookie in us all
Spread your wings and fly to Detroit
The Old English D forever on your chest.
STANLEY
like in Mickey Stanley.
DEEtroit. Tigassszzz.
No.24
A solid kid.
Played center
like he OWNED it.
Decent arm
Stanley to Freehan
for the OUT AT THE PLATE at the plate.
YES SIR
that kid could run the bases.
He could ROUND them bases as well.
A decent number of home runs
back then
TiiiGer. Stadium.... was average size park
untill the nineties.
Too Big. Too Old.
440 ft STRAIGHT away
385 in the gaps.
A lot of lawn to COVER $.50 Bleachers ticket holders
to share his time with.
Often teasing them with a potential home run ball.
Trumble and Kaline Dr.
Home to OUR Stanley.
02252020
A FOND memory of a day at the park
It's the Motor City
Motor Capital of the World
Fordtown
Motown
Hockeytown
It's lying in shards
Like olden Rome
Love among the ruins
With an abrasive outside layer
Of exhaust looks and horrendous faces
It's Rock City
Automobile City
Arsenal of Democracy
Big D
City of Straits
It's a rough, tumble, sports purgatory
Joe Louis pondering
Gordie Howe wondering
Ty Cobb mad as hell
Joe Schmidt praying
What are they yet
Lords of dust
And their inscriptions
However characters
Written in the clean
Desolated by time
Ambushed by flicker
And apparitions of the past
What was at one time, a magnificent sanctuary
Standing glad and solid
Detroit, Detroit
Yesterday is still today
And it's tomorrow, as of now
I adore you still, hi and farewell
The Lords of Detroit, looking down
Welcome to the Motown Motor City,
asphalt carpet ghetto grind
Automated fated urban living,
everyday inner-city surviving
Hard mean streets handing out no pity,
sharpens perceptive razor minds
Last stop underground freedom giving,
all-day Exodus gospel arriving
Factory-built hearts living manufactured dreams
Black Bottom be a lowly place to start,
Paradise Valley is a forgotten vision now a-rising
Assembly line tough, steel mental parts
Perseverance is Detroit revival defined,
no assembly required
Citizens report any municipal malfeasance
Just another urban spiritual capital gain,
congregation assembly required
Motown cars moving on a heavenly transport train
But you must be counted in attendance thereof,
to know the love song we were singing
God helped us to overcome every paved obstacle
Most everyone has heard
of the place I come from
They hear mostly bad news, sad news
Tragic Detroit black and blues
The crime,
the murders,
The violent riots
that constantly divides us
But I grew up during a special time,
when Detroit was singing
and making the nation dance
I was born in a generation
that had a beautiful legacy
There was so much royalty all around
I walked among the kings and queens
who created the Motown sound
The list is too long
for me to say
But I'll name a few anyway:
The Temptations,
the Supremes
Stevie Wonder,
and of course the Queen
Aretha Franklin
Smokey Robinson and the Miracles,
Marvin Gaye
The Jackson Five,
there's a lot more names I can say
I grew up Detroit singing,
my town's famous heritage was world renown
We were the ambassadors of soul,
uplifting spirits everywhere with our harmonious sound
I grew up Detroit singing,
soulful songbirds in the heart of the ghetto
I grew up Detroit singing,
where beautiful voices still flourish and grow
I grew up Detroit singing,
that's the Detroit I know and love so
We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.
I live in Detroit Michigan
Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
October 3, 2016
SICK IN DETROIT
I could run away the way
I'm used to cross continents
and city streets
packing my bags around me,
but what good pretending is
sometimes
doesn't do here anymore.
Leaving was your idea
and pretending
I hadn't touched you at all.
So while you packed the bags
I went out because you asked
for tomatoes out of season
because you asked.
Later, miles away on the bus
I ate your tomatoes, all eight,
and was sick in Detroit
on some bags beside the bus.
Everyone knew and pretending
wasn't any good then either.
Baby powder had a ram charged incoming in the D tonight while everyone is still hibernation like grizzly bear but wiped out with charming so soft and cozy for suited taylored comfront which is too lazy in their boy. As for the wind chilled the expansion of iced streets and baby powered to covered like an comforters layout and centerfold climates and powered everything like white friday for covereage in the D cities snow powder dust that shines on us like ash from newport cigarettes butts that burn non- stop of useage a of a bic lighter to flame of warmth that we faces to cold to defrost and to leave out to thaw when everyone feels the chill when we go against fierce climates in which anonymously served us well over chilled icy and powered flavoring cold shapely my mittens state cold chilled versus us but Powered D v.s. Everyone especially everybody.
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