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Premium Member Bridgegate

The George Washington Bridge connects New York with New Jersey.
In recent times, it has become a center of controversy.
Two out of three lanes are inaccessible in Fort Lee.
This blockage is an obstacle for vehicles used for emergency.
In case of fires, medical emergencies, and car wrecks,
the situation is precarious for fire fighters and paramedics.
Fort Lee’s mayor has differences with the governor, apparently.
Was this the governor’s way of getting back at the mayor of Fort Lee?
There have been long delays and bottlenecks on the highway.
New Jersey’s esteemed governor has been embarrassed today.
Everything is turning out to be a very sad predicament 
for someone who is hopeful of becoming President.

From a news story found on aol.com
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member A Spring Afternoon In the Northeast of the Usa

In New York, New Jersey, one can really feel a change
In the climate: the coming of spring, a new season.
The sun is shining more; the days are longer for a good reason.
The trees slowly start blooming; one feels a little strange,
Witnessing the pirouettes of the giant flies in the air.
It is like a circus, the birds are singing, the bees buzzing,
And the spiders doing their acrobatic moves. The toddlers dare
To leave their heavy jackets or coats indoor. Spring, spring,
Sweet spring is here. It is a spectacular show of luscious flowers.
The neighbors are mowing their lawns, so the April showers
Can wash away the salt and the frost off the grass.
There are more visitors in the parks and the elders return to mass.
Spring is a florally joyful season in the northeastern states.
There is a picnic in the park this afternoon; bring your plates,
And your cups. We’re going to have a blast; we’re going to have fun.
Spring is in the air, let‘s enjoy the cool rays of the sun.

Copyright April 1st, 2013, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Gaming Online

It usually takes me an hour to drive to the shore.
If the traffic is heavy, it may take a little more.
Along the boardwalk and marina, there are many a casino.
I can take my pick with which one to go.
I don’t have to put extra mileage on that car of mine.
Now all I have to do is visit online.
For those rather long distances, I no longer have to roam.
It is legal for me to play in my own home.
The number of different games I can try is plenty.
There is only one requirement for eligibility.
I must prove that I am a resident of New Jersey.
No longer is it necessary to travel by train or bus.
The transportation can cause a lot of fuss.
There is no need to fill up my car with gas.
However, with this internet deal, I think I will pass.
Form: Rhyme

Said the New Jersey Bomber a Terrorist

Said the terrorist,
Terrorized and
radicalized by what the mind dictates.
Spreads it’s evil into the eyes,
stares into arrogance
justifies presumptuous actions 
and forces you to comply. 

Did I not think?
Once done,
irreversible these actions?
But no,
this rude bravado
assumes it carries the weight of God.
Who am I to dictate such ignorance?
They do on to me and so I do unto them?
Revenge?
For whom?
Did God ask you to take revenge?
No that is of your choice.
I chose my actions.
The devil speaks into both ears,
into your eyes,
into your visions,
into your hands,
into everything you do.
You become the devil’s advisory,
a chilling killer.
Think again!
God is not on your side!


Why do we do what we do?
our infectious mind
spreads through the eyes,
motivate our visions 
till we comply.
© Al. Juman  The "said" Poet  7/7/2016
© Al Juman  Create an image from this poem.

Long interminable hours

Long interminable hours...

of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,
which made up of cells
called neurons and glial cells,
the brain a complex organ
that contains billions
of neurons and glial cells,
which work together
to process information,
control bodily functions,
and supports cognitive abilities
and priceless precious part of body
more precious than most any loot
far more powerful
than any "intelligent machine"
(take that artificial intelligence buffs)
with the ways and means to reboot
tightly integrated and neatly linkedin
snug as a bug in a rug donning a zootsuit.

The outer limits of the twilight zone
yields descent of dark shadows,
where the edge of night bleeds
and encompasses an infinite swath.

Circadian rhythm plays wickety wack
courtesy the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN)
analogous to a disc jockey playing a track
which just so happens to be
top of the billboard chart
band named Quack,
a host of indigenous Africans
as a gentle jab to KISS
paint their faces nonblack,
and the lead singer with a knack
to bring down the house,
which venue located in "Hackensack"
primarily refers to a city in New Jersey,
but the name's meaning comes
from an Algonquian (Lenape) word
meaning "mouth of a river,"
or possibly "stony ground" or "stream
that unites with another on low ground,"
according to sources like Dictionary.com,
Wikipedia, and Downtown Hackensack,
and interestingly enough the name given
by the Achkinckeshacky tribe,
also known as the Hackensacks,
who lived in the area
manifold times larger than the ENIAC
ENIAC - the acronym for
Electronic Numerical Integrator
And Computer refers
to one of the first electronic,
general-purpose digital computers,
developed for the U.S. Army
during World War II and built
to calculate artillery firing tables,
but completed after the war ended,
with its first task being
hydrogen bomb calculations
the brainchild of more than one brainiac.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Please Forgive Me

Forgive me, my friends
  if I don't get back to you
quite as fast as I usually do

Because I'm a bit overwhelmed
  at how international conflicts are swirling

So even though I know God's at the helm
  I fight back when bombs and barbs at my people they're hurling...

One small request of you I have --
  Look at a map of the Middle East:

Compare the area of the 23 Arab nations
  with that of Israel, the size of Penn Station*

Yet with all that acreage of their own
  The Arabs would kick the Jews out of their tiny home.**


_____________________________________________________    
*Actually, Israel is about the size of New Jersey. I.e., a 'nothing.'
**Keep in mind that the nation of Israel was there 2,000+ years 
before Mohammed's revelation, i.e., before the first Muslim Arab.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Back To Atlantic City

Between Philly and New York on the sea
is a town on the coast of New Jersey.
This place is known as Atlantic City.
This is a nice source for some summer fun.
There are cool and crisp ocean waves and sun.
Here is a boardwalk and a sandy beach.
To some big cities, it’s all within reach.
It’s been said, the best things in life are free.
These are the things most visitors don’t see.

They would rather be in a casino.
Playing silly games, they see their cash go.
Gamblers find slot machines, cards, wheels, and dice.
At first, it all looks like fun and quite nice.
However, their luck becomes cold as ice.
When they are flat broke, they are out the door.
In short time, they will all be back for more.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Concetta Franconero

This beautiful vocalist who gained huge popularity,
entered this world in Newark, New Jersey.
She was born in 1937 to an Italian-American family.
"Connie Francis" was a name suggested by Arthur Godfrey.

From there, her career went high and far.
Nobody could dispute her status as a star.
Connie not only recorded her songs in English,
she sang in Italian, Spanish, German, and Yiddish.
Songs like "Everyone's Somebody's Fool" topped the charts.
Connie won over millions of fans' hearts.

Suffering numerous personal tragedies through the years,
she displayed great resilience and overcame the tears.
The curtain came down on her life at eighty-seven.
Her spirit will perform forever in Rock and Roll Heaven.

Connie Francis
(1937-2025)

I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Form: Rhyme

The Heart Walls of the D R Canal

Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in memorials of the mind and heart of freedom's start.

Walking in the shadows of the forest growing bare
 the pathway, worn and tattered by twigs and leaves of this locale
 abandoned layers born of unknown, hidden architects no longer there
 an opening spillway becomes a stage to walled canals.

Some harvested stone stacked upon each side
 keeping water flow secure along Delaware and Raritan park roams
 contained and directed from Bound Brook on to Princeton pride
 away from the mix of dirt and cobblestones.

Who once walked here, where canoed and kayak waters strewn?
 along this unpaved curl of hidden trails indemnity
 twists and turns unfurling to a spillway hewn
where memorials now stand as markers without memory.

They say, Irish immigrants built this waterway like a well-planned quilt
 some bodies buried where they worked and died
 benath the rocked mortared wall containments blood built
 and their hearts sought freedom without walls that today still cry,

For Craig Cornish cotest, A Wall in the Woods
10/7/2020



Background: The 70-mile Delaware and Raritan Canal State Park is one of central New Jersey's most popular recreational corridors for canoeing, jogging, hiking, bicycling, fishing and horseback riding. The canal and the park are part of the National Recreation Trail System. This linear park is also a valuable wildlife corridor connecting fields and forests. A recent bird survey conducted in the park revealed 160 species of birds, almost 90 of which nested in the park.

With its wooden bridges and 19th century bridge tender houses, remnants of locks, cobblestone spillways and hand-built stone-arched culverts, the canal is a tremendous attraction for history lovers. The upper portion of the feeder canal follows the Delaware River through historic New Jersey towns such as Frenchtown, Stockton and Lambertville. The main canal passes the Port Mercer bridge tender's house, through the charming villages of Kingston and Griggstown to Blackwells Mills.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A City For Losers

Here’s
a place
on the shore
of New Jersey
where many people
go to have a good time.
They are there playing machines
and many other table games
for many hours both day and night.
The giveaway gifts and the promotions.
The complimentary meals and hotel rooms
are all designed to make gamblers feel so welcome.
However, the management knows very well
for as long as they stay, the more they’ll play.
And it’s only a matter of time
before they know the bankroll’s gone.
They have used up their credit
and they don’t have enough
to leave the city
away from here 
and go home
wishing 
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Form: Shape

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