Short Nyc Poems
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For fame, young Zackery thought:
a train hop TikTok shot!
He struck his head
and wound up dead.
Now, damages are sought.
a lost boy asked a
stranger for help; was kidnapped,
killed and dismembered
an innocent life
snatched by evil hands ; let this
child be remembered
I find him so smiley, so holly-jolly
I think I’ll vote for Zohran Mamdani
A NYC politician from Somali
like AOC ~ a red-hot tamale
My latest piece is -1600 characters too long for the poetry section (sigh)
So it's under short stories. The URL is:
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/merritt_and_the_power_of_charm_10833
I hope you like it.
My latest piece is 388 characters too long for the poetry section.
So, I posted it in "Short Stories" (Other sites don't have this limit)
Here's the link...
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/stupid_10822
If you bother, I hope you like it
Goldberg fiddles, twirling his pastrami
Hears tell of this new Mayor Mamdani
Who would love to say farewell
To the State of Israel
Chicken soup replaced by a tsunami
songs of a pretty bird, the city heard, songs of, a city's hurts, songs of, a pretty's worth, a pretty's worth, but Penny's worth, mere pennies worth, the city's hurt, the city birds heard the city's hurt, the city's worth, the pity - burns, the pretty city bird..
In the chaos of youth lights
dance without exhaustion
A ballet on the river
dissonant music in the city
An agitated psyche absorbs
the brilliant skyline
A bridge sprawls and intimidates
perpetual motion in the city
Julie, after your passing
snow fell on Manhattan.
You were not there to share
flakes falling fast. silencing
the streets, slowing pedestrians
on perilous sidewalks, but I,
sweet sister Not-of-my-blood,
sister of my soul, I was
there for you in the city
of our hearts.
I have a new short story called “eggbeater” - if you’re interested. =]
It;s about a helicopter ride (my first).
It was slightly too long for the poems section.
So this is an add, of sorts.
Since you’re here a corona joke:
Remember when we all used to eat cake after someone blew on it?
that man
that cried
on the corner
tears
made him
invisible
I too
let him
wash away
in front of us
I saw
him
sail
by
in
his
own
liquid form
and we
were
a thousand
pairs
of shoes
crossing
the street
so
our
feet
wouldn't
get wet.
© Gry W Christensen
Killer Diller 1 2 3
Johnny Pump spraying on your feet
Skelly,s game played up and down the street
Lifting the Johny Pump water with an aluminum can
Oh So Sweet!
All these things were such a treat
Make growing up on 20th Street
in Astoria
Seem so complete
All topped off with a Mr. Softees treat
Form:
I gave my heart away to you
On the night that new year drew
The Sinatra chimes and yellow vines
Sleeplessly anew
City of dreams, built on piano keys
And indie structures melodies
I left my heart in San Francisco**
But i stole it back for you
**this is a reference to Tony Bennett i hold no rights to this line
i saw you i saw you
shameless thieves ebony hoods
smirking in the night
June 1, 2020
1:15am PST
Poem#1,311
Poet's Notes : Soho is an exclusive shopping center in NYC
NYC I BELONG TO CHRIST
WHY DO YOU CONTINUE TO FIGHT AGAINST ME
A CHILD OF THE KING
WHO IS JESUS ONLY
INSTEAD YOU WORSHIP 42ND
NYC WHY DO HATE MY CHRIST
WHEN IT WAS FOR YOU HE SACRIFICED
HIS LIFT
LOVING SATAN'S SONG
"SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND"
NYC WHEN CHRIST IS CHRIST IS THE REAL BRIGHT
AND MORNING STAR
HE'S THE ONE WHO LOVES FOR WHO YOU ARE
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Two emeralds; copper eyes, fixated on the Atlantic
The Hudson; jades woke by fairies to her feet, so frantic
My view; is vantage, a little island on pillars, so historic
Gotham the east connection; of an oasis oh so prolaphoric
The horse shoe; welcomes performances theatric
Paths of endless connections; made by cobblestone brick
A Metropolis candle; burning at both ends of the wick
Melting pots of humanity; formed, a narrow wax stick
The Eve
On this night a ball falls down from heights seen in the sky
It’s not amongst the heavens
In the midst of silent gray
It falls upon bricks and steel
A second in time awaits
A worldly gasp to yet unfold thoughts of yester years
The stalling seconds of frosted breath an ode to end the day
A wish upon a falling star a kiss to lead the way
A tear A tear...
A languishing yet hurried hope
for a blessed and brand new year!
I want to see the clash of the classes
The dichotomy between the debutantes and the downtrodden
wallow in the welfare
scream at those who don't care
soak up society
revel in the rivalry
step on the suited
smile at the smart
vilify the antagonists
snore at the soporifics
bleed in the gutter
be saved by another
turn out the lights
smile at the night
experience the extremes
of a midnight's dream
By Robert McDermott
Cars, pedestrians stores
The air is not so clean here
But there are some great people here
People who call it "Zoo York"
are wrong
Once my life was saved by a stranger here
Yes, the place still exists
Yes, it has a heart
As I sit here in in Dunkin Doughnuts
writing
I see a grandmother with her infant
I see people drinking caffeinated beverages
Just another day in the Big apple
Along with 8 million others
Some of who write poetry
Life's not a world of pretty faces
but the stories that they tell
Everyone's hiding a history
and it makes them who they are
You walk around the city
of many people
and you try to look into their faces
Rags and riches
don't mean anything
It's the kind of person you are
that changes the world
We all struggle
yet need to find a way
to make it out alive
Not many find it at such a young age
But if you look past the front they give
You can see the hurt child inside of them all