Philly Poems - Poems about Philly

In Kensington Today

The factories long disappeared,
Silent structures still stay;
And more drugs than dreams have appeared,
In Kensington today.

The north of the Ave has its shine,
Less fine, southerly way;
Best Philly, and worst, intertwine, 
In Kensington today.

Six miles, in a small corner curled,
“What matter?” you may say;
Well, the world is here, here’s the world,
In Kensington today.

naked Philly colorz

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             the sway uv her
                      bell
                

Philly phree

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     In both mine dukes
         her precious 
             Senses

            Her look
         

Yours Truly a Tried and True Philly Buster I

Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet beneficial ego boosting luster
one mister re: man can muster.

I (no surprise) become
self absorbed with my own palaver drum
ming across the

Yours Truly a Tried and True Philly Buster Ii

poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me

self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye

might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavill - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle

High Clouds Over Philly

With Apologies To Jerry Blavat

It isn’t the statue of Rocky,
Or that bell with the noteworthy crack.
It’s not the fraternal affection, 
Or the bird crap on Billy Penn’s hat.
				         
It isn’t a cheese steak wid onions,  
Or a hoagie from Terminal Market.
It’s not a soft pretzel with

Philly Bound

There is some great news I have found:
Last year's Heisman Trophy winner is Philly bound.
The Eagles have a receiver in which they can take pride.
DeVonta Smith comes from Alabama's Crimson Tide.
He can catch the ball, and blaze down the field.
Plenty of yardage and points this young man can yield.
So in Philly, there should be some

Philly In Pink Haze

Philly in pink haze

Skyscrapers tucked deftly
behind a string of trees

car trucking along Girard
unaware of amaranth mist
slowly adjourning into dark

A Son of Virginia Who Is Loved In Philly

He was born a bouncing baby boy in the year 1975 in Hampton Virginia.

To two loving parents Ann Iverson and Allen Broughton.


While growing up in Hampton, the nick name "Bubba Chuck" was given to this young rising star.


Through his first love of Football he played quarter-back, running-back, kick-returner and defensive back, in addition to Leading

Philly Boy

A city of neighborhoods, 
                                     it's been called in a song.
        

Millie, Philly and Suse

Millie, Philly and Suse one night
Sailing on a little row boat
Lightly went on the waters of moon bright
With a small baby goat

"Where are you heading and what do you dream?"
The small goat asked them in a soft gentle voice
"We are dreaming of having a house in a field of wheat and cream
With a mountain of

Yo Philly

YO PHILLY

Statuate Billy Penn who stands on tall
And sits upon the antique City Hall
To view and  overlook the sky and trees
There is a small metropolis to see
And see our main Broad Street run both north and south
Where all the lights adorn resplendent sights
As in an airport runway in the night
Along with staggered bistros in

Me and Philly

He say he was blessing the game 
How well i knew his name 
Me and Philly

We walked the city blocks
Dropping crack rocks

Three dollar shoppers 
Rattled and clanged
I got some change 
A bit to stay insane 

My good man
Better then the stuff time before last 

He grinned as he knew 
It was temporary relief
From their permanent

From Philly To the World

I am going to present a bit of history: 
It happened a while ago in South Philly. 
A hot dog vendor ran out of wieners one day. 
He wasn't able to get a new supply right away. 
On that day, he invented something neat. 
Down to the butcher shop he went to get some chipped

Philly Dances

The mashed potato, watusi, and the twist, 
are old dances that I cannot resist. 
We don't have to go back in time 
to do those steps that are so sublime. 
They may have been popular half a century ago, 
but I still think they are the way to go. 
Those aforementioned dances all originated in

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