Short Detroit Poems
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concrete cold detroit manhole steam....
brief warm no homes veterans huddling
visions wars hell traffic taxies blur.....
city brittle in the bitter
There was a young man from Detroit
Whose thinking they say was adroit
He challenged the sun
To have some hot fun
Ended up with his head en pointe.
DETROIT IS:
D ynamic
E nergetic
T ough
R evitalized
O ptimistic
I nventive
T riumphant
M ajor
I ncentitives for
C ompanies to
H ighlight
I nventions and
G rowth
A mong
N ew Detroit
We may have high crime rates, but there's nothing like living by the Great Lakes.
I live in Detroit Michigan
Where I Live Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
October 3, 2016
I was 'Detroit Red.'
Through the 'Movement', I found god
I became Malcolm
flames breath detroit smog
graveyard houses
once upon a time thriving
vanishing in black smoke
hundred year old oak
releasing charcoal leaves
perish and purge
the past is ash
the future is born from a landfill
There was once a guy named Roy
I met online from the city of Troy
Avatar was smokin hot,
Wanted to tie the knot.
Met in person- shock, he was a boy
*Troy is a city in Detroit
11/23/2020
detroit river walks
to stroll the scenic view
the breeze takes wind grabbing your hair
river walks down belle aire
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PENNED ON AUGUST 25, 2014!
UNAFRRAID OF THREATS FROM HITMEN FROM DETROIT NOR JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY OBSTRUCTING JUSTICE IN ARSON MURDERS OF 9 HELPLESS PERSONS BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY HIS PARTNER FIREMAN GENE KALINOWSKI BACK OFF STOP BURNING PEOPLE ALIVE
There was a silly woman from Detroit
Who at everything was adroit
She couldn't ev'n boil an egg
She just kept them in a keg
And then she threw them like a quoit.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
10.21.2014
Born Malcolm Little, Malcolm X,
Formerly known as "Detroit Red," was fiery and complex.
An American Muslim Minister and Human Rights Activist
He became disillusioned as Elijah Muhammad's loyalist
Date written: 08/22/2019
Detroit rabbit couple ride their fish balloon in the Michigan skies
They like what they are throwing; there is happiness in their eyes
We wonder if they know what they are doing; as they throw out some pies
Made of carrots and cabbages, not delectable unless you are flies.
seven below zero
silent angels
cold prayers
darkness falls on snow
fumbling
for my keys
metrodome cave-in
vikings lose their home
pillage detroit town
frost-bit
mountain climbing
your forgotten love
windblown snow
covers my tracks
am I here?
Smokey Robinson
Liquid tenor voice
Poetic lyrics created
Through a life of sadness,
Talent remains
Mother encouraged her boy
to be greatness in song!
I saw a special on Smokey Robinson and it inspired this poem. He was a talented musician
and song writer. Smokey is a product of the detroit car industry boom.
The greatest of men
he bled the truth,
his wounds for all to share
A symbol relived
a life unspoiled,
courage all too rare
The towering hawk
the thundering storm,
hailstones mark the way
A moment in time
a vision embraced
—his name the children pray
(Plane From Detroit: August 21, 2018)
We three Snowmen of Detroit are
Bearing scarves and lights, we travelled so far
Field and fountain, more and mountain
Sledding is more fun than our car.
We three Snowmen of Detroit say hi.
Sliding into place, with a laugh, not a sigh.
Landing in your hometown but staying not long.
To stay through July would just be wrong.
Do things get worse before they get better? I know, I know, I know....Things get worse, then worser still. You glimpse sunshine, but no, it’s just your medication. Then things get worse, worse, worser, worst, before finally leveling off. And that’s the new norm. And things are better, because they could be worse. And the answer is B. Detroit
How pretty
is the motor city
under neon diodes?
I sent my heart
into its stars
exhaled my soul
into rustbelt smoke
maybe I’ve lost my mind
or rather it’s left behind
my sanity abandoned
and blighted
my memories subjected
to successive evictions
—just up and forget ‘em—
I guess the city could
enlighten me a bit
on resilience
Balmore Eruv Verve!
Once there was a Rabbi Yonah,
Whose Shabbos Eruv made you wonder,
Does Yonah’s art belong in the Louvre?
Does our gratitude behoove yah?
This Detroit Tiger slams a Homah!
For Yonah is Balmore’s donor,
Mesiras Nefesh, never a groaner,
Keeping Jews in the groove,
It only goes to prove,
Huh? Giving generously makes one an owner!
Do you need to be born in Africa or Haiti
to be saved
What about the single mother in the ghettos
of Detroit
Will an actor or politician or philanthropist
deem you worthy
Of a rescue from a situation that as assuredly
kills
Cable TV asks for your money for the starving
third world
While lost souls in your shadow are homeless, crying
—in plain sight
(Norristown Pennsylvania: January, 2021)
The Chevy Vega is something I won’t miss.
No other car in Detroit was built like this.
Off the dealer’s lot or out of the showroom,
the sound of the running engine was a harbinger of doom.
Upkeep and maintenance busted my financial bubble.
It always seemed to develop some kind of trouble.
This was the kind of car leaving many owners pissed.
It was usually crossed off on car buyers’ lists.
earth
peace
give it a chance
tie-dye t-shirts
modern dance
macrame
and beaded chokers
woodstock
and pot smokers
flower power
zpg
alfalfa sprouts
herbal tea
burning draft cards
American flags
Vietnam bodies
coming home in bags
Kent
Augusta
Jackson state
Detroit Black Panthers
waking up too late
Oh Angela
Oh Beatles
Oh Martin Luther King
gratitude to all of you
for this special thing
This world we live in is filled with so much sin
And no matter what we do we will never win
Even though the police sometimes create a hostile situation
It’s not just in Detroit; it’s all across the nation
There is even black on black crime
At the drop of a dime
That people are trying to move some where peaceful
So they can be happy and joyful
But it could happen wherever you go
And yes, even in Boise Idaho
KP or laundry duty? The captain asked me.
KP I said.
Laundry duty it is, he replied with a smirk.
At least the Navy recruiter had never smirked.
You will travel to exotic places he lied.
You will learn new languages. Joining the Navy is great!
So far I have been to Detroit and New York City.
Neither exotic.
I have learned no languages but a few new swear words.
And now I am in charge of laundry.
Big whoop!
all around Detroit we heard a vrrrooom vrrrooom
It’s a skull on a hog! It spells instant doom!
This was said by a naysayer who is always full of gloom.
I stood by the road to wave at the vrrrooom vrrrooom
It was a skull on a hog with orange streaming hair behind him
He asked if I wanted a ride and I climbed on in.
The grim reaper and Count Dracula were both terrified of him.
I had the best ride of my life, said my cousin Grim.