Long Times square Poems

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang

Ever since a young lad
irritable bowel syndrome
in my humble pinion wracked
lower abdominal area 
gurgled and ballooned gastrointestinal tract
(similar to following Colonoscopy preparation
slated for January 24th, 2024
at Phoenixville Hospital)
posterior...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... 
and heat flowing with a snap

After shaving and showering,
yours truly feels winsome
though morose seeing
unwanted adipose "love handles"
inflating mine abdomen and tum
unanimously decided courtesy quorum
losing washboard stomach
finds me uncomfortably numb,
which...

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Each single morning on my way to work
I fantasize what happens in New York
If I were to spend a long weekend there.
I'd ask you out of the blue, not despair.

Once passionate lovers, can we be...

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While listening to Schumann’s “Arabesque” 
and “Fantasiestüche” for the Mozart B flat Sonata,
I feel the warmth and love that’s powerful within;
a moment of instrospection, a source of intervention.

I live in a wonderful country, beautiful and...

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...He taught himself to levitate,
even to solidify air,
and learned to use it as a shield,
he grew stronger without a care.

I guess it is bound to happen,
when power and resentment merge,
Anton decided to seek revenge
on all...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things past 

Take us back to lucid dreams of light and...

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El Dorado
by Michael R. Burch

It's a fine town, a fine town,
though its alleys recede into shadow;
it's a very fine town for those who are searching
for an El Dorado.

Because the lighting is poor and the streets...

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(I wrote this poem when I turned 60…already somewhat old and gray
and now that I’m am 70…it’s still appropriate today.

I’ve lived through another decade with family and friends still sharing hopes and dreams and fears…and...

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In spite of it all....
Traveling over the Brooklyn Bridge, lights aglow
What a magnificent sight
Crossing the waters unto the city
Upon the dawning of the night....
On his way to New York, a kid from California
Doing the circuit...

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A steel sky, wan and dull, littered
	With ragged clouds and
		bitter dregs of a world girding for
	Sleep
		But no rest
by day, draws a frame over grim roofs and vapid doorways.
Indolent breezes rustle debris past shuffling feet of
	Staggering...

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Do you remember the days
Before our government showed how inadequate it really was 
Do you remember the days 
When you woke up bright and early 
Fed the kids and went to work 
Do you remember...

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Sweet Sixteen
By Franklin Price
12/31/2016

Sweet sixteen is moving on; tonight will be its last.
Tomorrow is another year, today will be the past.
A hundred years ago tonight, World War One was on at will.
Horses drawing caissons on...

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"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing
hearts, as mine was on that day the victors 
came. With roses, red, as were perhaps,
my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for
every home-come valiant there I'd see."

"I see her still...

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Wake me up, when I’m dead,
I want to see New York again
And climb into the Empire State Building,
I want to see the Metropolitan Museum again
See again his archaeological museum.

Wake me up, when I’m dead,
I want...

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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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lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract 
     vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion
 
     eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe 
...

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New York City Manhattan
Where many dreams are made
The bus stopped on 347 West 57th Street.
And drop me off in front the colonnade

There are So many people 
Just going about their way
To me it’s amazing to...

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There are lots of loud noises in Manhattan, you know
And the chaos will follow wherever you go
It's my toughest of tasks just to hear myself think
And it pushes my mind nearly over the brink.

So I...

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I was once like you
young full of loving and longing
thinking love was this magical entity
that could be captured and stored 
in our hearts like a firefly in a jar
Taking walks hand in hand  
picking...

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It’s raining outside and I watch the raindrops slide down my window
And I catch myself wondering which one will reach the bottom first.
Then I realize they are all racing to the same conclusion;
Coming to an...

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New York City being Entertainment to the world
One’s dream in reality in talent being heard
Dramatics and dance in utterance of words
The dream in the New York City dance
The opportunity in being the chance
Broadway, the Great...

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In the city of gilded glamour,
slow motion is seen as an outsider;
a slip of tongue is as common as mocking grins! 
They turn around and criticize,
cursing back with offensive slangs 
at anyone without rush who...

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A musing Mary, quite stationary
sitting with her laptop so still
thinks of limo cars, Broadway stars
and her dream house on the hill

Jill and Jack laid in their sack
wondering about Mary on their hill
making hay about "will...

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(4/10/12)

It was a long wait - but soon they would
Be at that gate.
The train that would take him to heaven
To join all his family and friends
Where a new life would begin and never end.

A life...

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