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New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
When you're passing through,
you get a scenic veiw.
Of the Statue Of Liberty.
New York's celebrity host.
They're the talk of the town.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York..
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
They say it's great.
The Empire State,
and the Statue Of Liberty.
Don't turn around.
We're onward bound.
On a trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
If you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York.
Take a pleasure cruise.
Then read the news,
and watch a football game.
Manhattan's day, a queens souffle.
A trip through Long Island.
Hudson Bay along the way.
New York, New York.
So, if you say this twice.
It's twice as nice.
New York, New York.
New York's the talk of the town.
New York, New York..
Poetry-New York-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1980,2014..ALL rights reserved.
It’s better to expect too little
Rather than too much.
When expectations run too high,
They’re often out of touch.
If you assume an outcome,
You may soon be out of joint
When you find that what you’d hoped for
May instead just disappoint.
It could be a meal or movie
Or a date with someone new.
Maybe it’s a Broadway show
Which others gave a good review.
Or perhaps you’ve purchased something
That you think will change your life;
When it turns out you were wrong, that news
May fill your heart with strife.
But if pessimism suits you,
Then please follow my advice.
If your expectation’s wrong
The end result is twice as nice.
Ambling thro' the museum today an object caught my eye,
Inviting me to pause and reminisce about a time gone by.
'Twas an old oaken icebox standing there on display.
That ancient relic served as the family refrigerator in its day.
I recollected that we had one like it when I was a tyke,
Growing up on the Hoosier farm on fabled Farmer's Pike.
It cooled the milk and cream and butter that Mom made,
To spread on fresh-baked bread with a tad of marmalade!
What a refreshing sight on a sweltering summer's day,
To see the iceman's truck slowly meandering our way,
Along Farmer's Pike, crystal-clear ice stacked on the truck,
And anticipating a sliver of ice to chomp on and suck!
Mom put a card in the window to show the amount of ice required.
The iceman took note of this and delivered the ice desired.
He'd carry a hundred-pound block of ice on his burly back,
As nonchalantly as if toting feathers in a gunny sack!
Iceboxes served their purpose and in museums they now repose.
Once in awhile you'll find them at flea-markets and antique shows.
Fancy refrigerators now cool the grub and make the ice.
The iceman's logo I yet recall, "Iceman's Ice Is Twice As Nice!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The other side of hell is marriage
Poison never tasted so divine
Taken with vows of celibacy
Sleeping with the enemy is legal?
Prison is a much desired blessing
A cage is better for your protection
If you kill me I will have to die
Children pop out to make the merry merrier
It's not like murder very much
A continuation of the species seems suspicious
I love my babies and my wife to death
A crucifixion would be magic
Give me torture any time to buy a kiss
And with that I give you all my money
No deposit no return to sanity my honey bunny
The other side of hell is twice as nice
"I wanna sit down," he said
"have good cry," he continued
"and hug the world" he whispered.
Or, he pled. Or, he wishpered.
" . . . and be hugged back." he finished.
Well, some math for your wrath.
The only thing I know that doesn't
fit the paradigm of yin and yang
that give and take that we take or
leave. That know-it-all bit of simple
simplicity. Is in a hug. There, in the
hug, there is no receiver, no giver.
There is no one who is the yang one,
the yin. For each gives as each
receives. Not first this, then that.
but each with each at once.
Two at once. Twice, as nice.
So, I say.
Don't wait.
Don't pine.
Don't ache.
Don't fret.
hug the world.
in those ways that
you've for so long
rehearsed.
hug the world
plant a seed
feed one in need
hug the world
sing a song
right a wrong
hug the world
don't seethe, grieve
then dance
hug the world
share your sunlight
hug the world
bare your heartlight
hug the world
for, if you do
it must, it simply must
I mean...it's math
it must hug you back.
-ShhDragon
(for Nick D'Antoni.)
Face
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two face be I
Two eyes I have
Right under brows
For me to browse
Twice as nice
Left and right
AAAH tee schoo
My nose thunders
My lips open and close
Like A door
My teeth is ready to bite
My cheeks go brute
I have a tongue
Which flaps up and down.
Now i m ready
To shout expression
Nano quick
No time to think
What makes
Me so angry
Face you change
For my defence.
Face you make
Two eye's to twinkle
And brows raise
My nose is volcano red
And nostrils are moist
My throat chokes
Lips you want a kiss
Or peace..
Face ..
You want to cry?
Or laugh ha-ha
Face be your best
Flitter your eye's
Glitter is better
Don't hide
Your wide smile
Go wide
Morning shine
Makes cheeks pink
Face oblige
Be nice
Face
wonderfully fabricated ..
When you change
You link a feeling
You make no mistakes
Face
Two face be I ?
Face ..
What really is
Behind you ?
"The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw."- Anais Nin
Soft is a tissue or a cotton ball.
Soft was my old teddy bear I recall.
Soft are some foods like oatmeal and rice.
But soft crème brûlée could be twice as nice.
Soft is the butter spread on soft bread,
and soft is the pillow where I lay my head.
Soft are those fabrics so nice on my skin
like the blue velvet gown I like to dress in.
Soft is chinchilla, chenille, and mink.
Soft are the wool clothes I hope not to shrink.
Soft is my favorite pair of silk panties
and soft are those pink and blue cotton candies.
Soft are the lotions smoothed onto my face
and blankets which on winter nights I embrace.
Soft on my tongue are flakes of new snow,
and soft are spring's breezes that most gently blow.
Soft are the petals of flowers so pretty.
Soft is the fur of my precious small kitty.
Soft is a baby's cute pudgy cheeks,
and soft are the words that a kind person speaks.
Soft are the feathers of a white dove.
Soft is the smile of the one that I love.
Soft is his hair and his dark eyes so sweet
and soft are his kisses whenever we meet.
Wha Hoo!
My grandmother was a quiet woman.
She was not the kind, to go out often.
A church picnic, and or a family gathering,
All were just fine.
Yet, her calm demure could be disturbed.
Not easily mind you.
It took just the right … event.
A board game.
2 x 2 marbles and dice,
played with friends,
“Is twice as nice.”
She would comb back her lovely hair.
Pin it close in a bun.
Tight!...
as to not get in the way.
Her best blouse, the one with the pockets…
The one I sewed them on. (by hand when I was seven)
Plenty of room for her cigarettes and matches.
Gather together with Papa and two more,
everyone was ready to start the score.
They would play not a little,
but clear into the night.
It was a good time,
Even…when there was a fight.
I am a white man white
When I speak white words come out
I wear white suits to confuse you
And as camouflage in a crowd to lose you
I come in three colors
All of them are white
They are as follows:
White, whiter and sunlight
Mirrors reflect my state of mind
But not my color, which is mine
If I knew math I could make me twice
I could be double white
And therefore twice as nice
I was not born to mimic copy paper
Though I am as thin and just as white
I get lost in machinery and in snow storms
Not knowing which end is up
But I do know one thing. I am white
And much whiter than I was before