Long Hudson river Poems

Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as...

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The Great Lakes acronym spells homes

I chose titled topic by a fanciful whim,
nevertheless still consider my knowledge 
of aforementioned material slim.

Housing multivarious biomes
register ecological syndromes
whereby constituents of NOAA 
Great Lakes Environmental 
Research Laboratory writ tomes.

Pellucid...

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This was last Christmas - 39 days ago - doesn’t that seem like ancient history? 

We were in Lisa’s (parent’s) 50th floor flat, in Manhattan. It was mid-morning, we’d done the present thing, and it...

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At New Yorks LaGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the co pilot
They were bound for North Carolina to the city...

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The plane takes off before three o' clock
from La Guardia Airport, but in a few minutes,
it is suddenly struck by a flock of geese killing both engines;
and the undaunted pilot with his forty years of...

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I wake up this morning 
And saw my sweet heart in the kitchen
She been up very early 
Doing her house work and cooking

Shes a good mother and wife
And i just stood in silence looking at...

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Memories
 become sand full of hourglasses. 
One thousand snowflakes are one thousand dead cats in the Hudson River.
 Memories hurt. 
They are Michael Schofield broken out of prison. 
Prison is the look on your father’s...

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Last night, Lisa, Peter, Leeza and I were in her father’s 50th floor study watching New York City. It’s a corner room with glass walls from floor to ceiling. He likes to watch the city...

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1: My Waltz With Life - Facts about how my life grew from
childhood until 2015- written five years ago.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/my_waltz_with_life_661335 

2: Threnody For My Father - A tribute to my dad, who I still miss
very much.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/threnody_for_my_father_712038...

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(Record scratch, a cool, jazzy beat drops - think late-night NYC)

Yo, lemme set the scene, the park bench, twilight's glow Yeah, she bad, I can't help but let it show He-he bad too, that's my...

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An alternate track is via the Illinois River 
(from Chicago), to the Mississippi, up the Ohio, 
and then through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway 
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes and canals), 
to Mobile Bay...

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"Lake Tear in the Clouds" was an indescribably pretty scene
Lewis Pugh hiked in the rain; clouds lifted, he felt serene.
He dove in, swam through hemlock, maple, ash and birch
An adventure starting in nature's wooden church.

Vanderwhacker...

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An alternate track is via Illinois River (from 
Chicago), to Mississippi, up the Ohio, and then 
through the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway 
(combination of a series of rivers and lakes 
and canals), to Mobile Bay and the...

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There's a New World
An anchor falls into the Hudson,
There's one half a moon
The Indians fall to their knees.
Red oak leaves are burning
High fly the ashes
Grey smoke signals of warning
Over Manhattan.
Gray smoke,
The drums were sounding loud.
Gray...

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Awoken by my internal clock,
the ground is cold and sticky. 
Head is pounding, 
body is dirty, 
why did I sleep here?
Arch my back up slightly off the wooden floor,
shards of brown glass pop off my...

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Song of the mystic whaler 

Come on board to play and work 
come on board to learn to sing and praise the mystic whaler 
sailing on the mighty Hudson 

Come sing the mystic whaler 
hoist...

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They once lived here on Hudson River banks-
     Lenape Indians of long ago.
Beneath our home may lie the underworld
     of spirits that we know to come and...

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I remember my friend Clifford
Saying if I heard bout the plane
That had hit the trade center
Then I feel a chill run thru my vein

We all went outside to see
There was smoke from the building
Then the...

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My Childhood Home


My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.

Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces; 
carved woodwork, archways, spindled winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third...

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New York, New York, the road in the fork  
   of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork

Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
   Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong,...

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— — — — — —
A walk through the old town 
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory 
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past...

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II. Paralysis U[sic]

Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart;

Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's duty
And the gods could ask no more.
If thou...

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Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me. 

Looking up, a taste of freedom
Freedom from the masses that
move relentlessly...

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What do we perceive to make of this word
Generated in this modern mans world

Lets take a trip back, lets look and see
What makes a Miracle to be

The awesome explosion of millennium past
The very first day...

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You strolled into view, then
Paused facing spot of solitude, of
Therapy and grace i always knew
I was only watching Sabbath's simmering sun, when
You stared intently, then climbed the mound I sat upon
Simmering before the Hudson River.

My...

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