Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.
While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.
The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.
Another group had characters
From movies or TV –
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.
There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).
Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove –
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.
Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.
As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.
Categories:
stuyvesant, nostalgia, son,
Form: Rhyme
THE EMPIRE GREAT
I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear
The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me
I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down
The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime
I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
© 2012….(C) PHREEPOETREE...~free cee!~
Categories:
stuyvesant, angst, new york,
Form: Quatrain
THE EMPIRE GREAT
I still walk in a New York kind of way
Although I now live a thousand miles from there
I still dream of a New York kind of day
Where the sun may shine but the air is never clear
The only way I cross a street is to jay-walk
That’s the way New York raised me to be
I still hear the sidewalks of Broadway talk
And I wonder if New York misses me
I used to wash my clothes in Washington Square
And change my mind in China town
When I was in Stuyvesant Town people would stare
And quickly turn my smile upside down
The sultry subway was a subjective affair
While the buses were busy being on time
Mass-transit and I made an appropriate pair
And I miss everything about New York except for its crime
I still stroll the streets with purpose and speed
Only now I do it to make Floridians mad
New York used to fulfill my every need
And hopefully, for me, Florida is only a passing fad
© 2008…..free cee!
Categories:
stuyvesant, angst, new york,
Form: Quatrain
Jersey Love
What can I say? You had me from hello…guess that’s why they called you my Jersey love melting in my arms like the sweet taste of marshmallows…the caramel in my chocolate, the hottest on the block of Stuyvesant stayin’ fresh wherever you went
From Stuyvesant to Broad Street, one who anyone would love to meet…eyes so charming with that perfect personality, glow on your face like you could glide and fly with wings…guess that’s what that East Coast swagg brings
You make my heart smile like bare feet on the beach in A.C every weekend. Then it’s back to the shack where the water washes up and “Love” really sinks in.
This Jersey love is unconditional I must admit…the rest can float on Cloud 9, but we’re soaring in happiness way above the skies.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Categories:
stuyvesant, happiness, love, urban, love,
Form: Rhyme