He seemed to know,
All life beyond his nose.
Indeed, he was smart-
Smart enough to wear a shirt,
Pressed, yet stitched with holes.
He wore shoes,
With wooden soles,
Unpolished, laces loose,
Yet confident,
His head high, it rose.
His uncombed hair-
A thicket pried the sky,
A gentleman late for work,
Along the streets of Newark.
In the city's hustle,
Vehicles crawl and hoot,
Beep-beep, through crowded routes,
That bear no fruit.
Pockets weep in emptiness,
While wallets stink and reek,
Of sweat with no pay.
He sits, waits, sweeps,
In a shop his stage, customers play,
They bleat, he bleeds,
Pale and incomplete.
One laughs, another scoffs,
Believing him mad,
Greedy for a joke, he isn't-
For all, he's just an old man,
Cherishing the little,
They will never grasp.
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.
A friend of mine just called me
Since her flight has been delayed,
With Newark messing up the plans
So many folks have made.
I do not live in Jersey
So this airport isn’t mine,
But it isn’t far and all its problems
Somehow crossed the line.
Construction on the runways
Made United cancel flights
And controllers walking off the job
Brought danger to new heights.
Equipment failures add a new
Dimension to this scourge
And to worsen this fiasco,
There’s some rain about to surge.
My friend’s flight was rerouted
To an airport close to me
And I hope she gets to fly today,
But there’s no guarantee.
Someone’s dream
Maple wood baskets
Slick and smooth
Decorated with frilly cottons
In floral, shaped like ruffled headbands
Longaberger basket, making a name for herself
Her seven-story building sits in Newark, Ohio
I recently wrote a poem, but I was afraid it might upset modern sensibilities. So, to be safe, I sent it to the Feminist Union of Caring and Kindness, the Committee for Using Nuanced Terminology, and the Newark Politic Congress to remove all potentially offensive terms. Enjoy…
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Ahhhh….it feels so good to express yourself!
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Looking back on those tumultuous summers
from nineteen sixty-five through sixty-eight:
Recalling
Harlem and Newark
Detroit and Chicago
Watts and even LA--
Young folks have asked me, Could JFK have saved the day?
Here is my answer
Don't know if it's right
After all I'm an outsider, I'm white
Yet it seems to me...
LBJ's civil rights legislation
somehow, one way or another
failed miserably in its implementation
~ igniting 'uncivil riots' conflagrations.
At Newark Airport, Christie* tried
A quicker way to get inside,
Expecting they would let him slide;
Alas, though, entrance was denied.
The V.I.P. line he’d once used,
When cockiness from him just oozed,
Was blocked by police, but Christie mused
That he was just a bit confused.
For when the “mighty” tumble from
The lofty place from which they’ve come,
To our derision they succumb;
And sympathy? Not one small crumb.
*former governor of New Jersey
Nicoletta Nunez announces noon and nightly news
Silvia De Silva sends the news at six and seven
Nunez is in Newark with De Silva in Seattle
Between them both, better bet there is broadcast battle
12/6/17
Rather On Another Cover
Rod Stewart
We know is definitely not from Newark.
Rather than being on the front of Rolling Stone,
Prefers Railway Modeller cover his image be shown.
Abandoned in the fifties after the war
A freight elevator stuck between floors
Obsolete machinery, splintered old chairs
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
Dead air presses down, stifling and thick
Something still dwells behind one of those bricks
Curled up in a ball, it waits for me there
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
A musty gray vapor that whispers my name
It seeps through the wall and creeps to my brain
It sighs and it groans as my soul is laid bare
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
It mumbles and moans and drones of ancient tombs
Of claustrophobic closets and dim, hollow rooms
I cry out for help, echoes answer my prayer
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
The ghost of my lonely, my lost and alone
My hopeless and helpless, my can't go back home
It's looking at me now with a dull, vacant stare
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere
Well...then, as I was chasing after my (lil) brother....(sobs) I noticed mom is crying,
but even though it is hard for her. she managed to tell...granny the sad news. "That
she has Ovary-Cancer, haven'd diagnoised while in NYC at this specialist clinic and all
of her pertinent information has been forwarded to Shands Hospital here in Jackson-
ville Fla._______and granny (who is *now* crying) SHOUTS-OUT." "Thank-You Lord,
but mama still would need to have surgery and my two auntee's Brenda and San-san
comes down from Newark (NJ) to be with her and she comes through her surgery...al
right. "Alll-ll..riggghh-htt & out of.....sight.."
"All-right...&(well)... thankGodforMama(smile)..."
Frankie Valli is the name we all came to know.
He was born Francis Castellucio.
Born in 1937, in Newark, New Jersey,
Frankie would become a well-known music celebrity.
He started his musical career in the mid-fifties.
It continued well into the sixties and seventies.
His groups would have many different name variations
until 1960, when they became “The Four Seasons”
With Tommy DeVito, Bob Gaudio, and Nick Massi,
they had a big 1962 hit song with “Sherry”.
“Big Girls Don’t Cry”, “Rag Doll”, “Walk Like A Man”, and “Let’s Hang On”,
were joined by “Opus 17”, “Big Man in Town”, and “Dawn”.
“Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” was a hit among many,
along with “My Eyes Adored You”, “December ‘63”,
“Who Loves You”, “Swearin’ to God” and “Grease” that would come later.
Very few other groups would have success that proved greater.
As a solo performer, he puts on a fine display.
His fabulous career continues right up to today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
My perfect day is being at the beach
My perfect day is swimming in the sea
My perfect day is playing at the park
My perfect day is watching the birds sing away
My perfect day is having a dance
My perfect day is singing out loud
My perfect day is looking at flowers
My perfect day is being at Newark
My perfect day is watching all the animals
My perfect day is spinning round and round
My perfect day is playing in the rain
My perfect day is jumping up and down
But most of all
My perfect day is being with my family and friends
BY JAMES CHRISTIAN
I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark
The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river which is like a massive water
wilderness, in the city of Newark
I love the hills
I love the Devon
I love the converted boat in the city of Newark
The hills are like a massive fortress
which is like the river Devon
in the city of Newark
I love the market I love church
I love the queen of sconce where Oliver Cromwell fired his bullets
which hit the church
On September the 1st
Now you see the wonders of Newark, people are like butterfly calm and gentle
floating to and from the city of Newark
BY JAMES CHRISTIAN
My perfect day is being at the beach
My perfect day is swimming in the sea
My perfect day is playing at the park
My perfect day is watching the birds singing away
My perfect day is having a dance
My perfect day is singing out loud
My perfect day is looking at flowers
My perfect day is being at Newark because my grandma and grandpa lives there
My perfect day is watching all the animals
My perfect day is spinning round and round
My perfect day is playing in the rain
My perfect day is jumping up and down
But most of all
My perfect day is being with my family and friends
by james christian
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