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Dear readers

Dear readers
Let’s dig in to the business of writing 
Many are lies peddled by people who come in your life
Some simply because your judgement is different from there’s 
Others simply because you showed no effort in a situation but you overcome or succeeded 
Others simply hate you for no reason at all
This has lead to

New Year Eve

2024
Finally, New Year Eve has arrived.
I must be quick to make up my mind,
To delete, remove and let go of all the Apps he installed,
The things he said, the messages he sent, the words he wrote,
The happiness he created, the work he helped,
The troubles he made and the pain he caused.
Within a brief encountering of

Ten Gallon Hat

I come from the borough of Queens, New York
My classmates call me a Klutz and a dork
Those names pervaded my soul, taking a toll
Being at the bottom of the totem pole.

Then Dad took me to the town of Tortilla Flat
I walked into a store, bought a ten-gallon hat
I started talking like John Wayne, also bought

Rockaway, NY

Ten mile peninsula in Queens, N.Y.,
nighttime jetties of moonlight white caps,
waves rising and ebbing.
My grandfather walking with me on the
daylight shore so many summers ago.

My dreams of Rockaway unfaded.
Watched the WTC twin towers being built
through binoculars.
Rockaway, in my soul's nostalgia
you still beckon.
Salted lips quenched by Coca-Cola.
The youth within me can still hear
the seagulls calling in

Nj and Ny

a thunder
from here I am
going where you are.......can you hear me?

Rain- Orange County Ny

weather forecasts spoofed

dark storms come and go at whim-

lawns and rainbows smile

Winter Fury In Buffalo, Ny

fast and furious
winter comes with a vengeance...
a city snowed in



Date written: 11/20/2022

On a Hot Day In a Hot Ny Subway Train

fixed
dreaming eyes
heading towards long iland.

the sitting lady:- i like your shoes, they must be comfortable.
the standing lady:- they are.
how about yours?
& looks down at the lady with the pink shoes.

- mine sweat, &smell like strawberries.

the lady with the pink crocs takes photos of other people's shoes,
suddenly
jumps like bitten by a snake
screaming
- open the door, open

The Ny Ebs

The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants to die, 
for no reason at all.
Where is the positive 
in that death, 
the "heroic" story... ?
There is none, and will never 
be any, except the misery, and pain
without gain

Ny Reel Deal

Ilene was on her morning walk
When she saw a grandfather clock
But something was wrong!
The clock had no dong!
It was a replica Tik Tok!

Oswego, Ny

OSWEGO, NEW YORK

The summer sun was setting
and the urban landscape
where the river flowed north
into the last Great Lake settled
into quiet, the working class burghers
and their beautiful families finally 
relieved of endeavor and stress
The northwest breezes caressing the
waters turned reflected street lights
into shimmering diamonds that made
the city seem rich under a golden blue,
orange blue, cobalt blue

Chomsky's Ny Times Swooning

By Moji Agha
(April 20, 2016--Tucson, AZ)

Chomsky's NY Times Swooning

"I swoon on the NY Times Op-Ed page,
every eleven weeks or so,"
said Prof. Noam Chomsky,
in the sufi monk's (actual) dream. 

Around noon of the day after the dream
Ms. Bev S. Stohl replied 
to the goofy sufi's appeal for help,
with the possible meaning of the dream--and stuff,
and focused

From Ny To Kansas

From NYC To Kansas.
.
Little Angel’s off to Kansas
To Grandma's house
It sure is a long way
I’ve only driven two blocks
And its took me all day
.
I hope I get there real soon
I’m tired and I promised her
I’d be their by the afternoon
. 
I packed some lemonade
And candy bars I hoped
Would last all day
But I got hungry from

Devotion Poem Dancing Dream

Devotion Poem.  Dancing Dream

(Dedicated to my husband Jim, with love)

Like a story’s narrator, I cannot see myself 
In life nor in dreams, nor in memories where
My recollection of you comes first
Of your eyes, which I have
Absolutely memorized, especially 
All their glistening smiles,
When they look fixed to my own, bringing
Your heart into mine, committed in

I'M In a Ny State of Crime

Placated and simply set free
In NY it's a matter of degree
Bail's not always necessary

They didn't harm, only robbed
how terrible could that be 

Felons will be back at your door
looking for more,
of what you worked for

No longer detainees
it's almost guaranteed
they'll take what they please

Pols want you to appease
and forgive the sleaze
just give them keys

But, you might eschew

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