dedication, love, night,
by harry horsman |
Oh with a soul of fire
baby you’ll be crying,
like a heavenly choir
Tra la la, Jim Dandy,
oh how long will it be?
I can’t love you enough.
You, me and Tweedle Dee
together in New York,
just a lucky old son
the big apple for fun
here where you’re no one’s fool.
We’ll dance to Ting-a-ling
do the bop all night long,
we’ll be doing you’re thing
‘Play it fair, Harbour lights’
hit after hit then more
shaking till morning bites.
Boy love that dancing floor
every night this dream
of you Lavern and me,
crazy man crazy theme
my very own club glee
every night this dream.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
by Andrea Dietrich |
America's (Idle) Pastime
From New York, Austin, and L.A.,
From Cleveland and Seattle,
Ingloriously they screech or bray
In an auditioning battle.
And by the time we all feel sick,
(the judges homicidal!),
we get to know from whom we’ll pick
our next great Singing Idol.
For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous
(using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)
by ilene bauer |
In a city as big as New Yawk,
There’s so much at which tourists can gawk
But the locals’ fast pace
May be hard to embrace
So if guiding them, slow down your walk.
You can never squeeze everything in,
So pick places they never have been
And of course, be a mensch;*
Let them sit on a bench
Or exhaustion will make their heads spin.
Have them soak up the buzz we provide,
Surely different from where they reside.
They may love it or not
But at least they’ll have got
Just a taste of what fills us with pride.
*an admirable human being
by Joseph Spence Sr |
adventure, imagination, life, people, places,
From New York to the Gulf of Mexico
Travel path provided as you go
Links of network from plane above
Ocean cruiser scenes we love
Chevy gliding in style
Highway going wild
Horns blast in code
by Marquis MC Mills-Cooper |
dream, how i feel, i miss you, lost love, love, romance, romantic,
My dreams of us is all I have, uncertain if ever the day
For us together seems so remote, with you so far away
I fear our love may never see, the rising of the sun
Our chances seem so awful slim and falling close to none
My want and desire to be with you stays heavy on my mind
And ways our heart can join in love, I desperately search to find
But maybe the love which live in us, will never be what it seems
Perhaps we’re destined to be in love, but only in my dreams
Written in Queens, New York -AUG 2011
by Caren Krutsinger |
how i feel, inspiration, inspirational, sweet, woman, women, writing,
I have a postcard from my Daddy
Sent from New York City
When I was 10.
It is in a frame.
The only postcard
I have ever received
And the only
Note I have that
Says Love Daddy
It’s in my writing
Room, above my
And I treasure
More than the
Else in this
Do not hesitate
To do the
I am sure
My Daddy had
No idea how
by Umnewa Brett Somers Formerly WinkofHeart |
creation, friend, magic, new york, sky,
The Moonbeam Mari Anne
A poem by Brett Somers
The moonbeam graced the Austin sky,
The Mari Anne spirit whisking by. Spreading her love,
Her mysterious zest,
Manifesting turquoise upon my chest.
And back she slipped,
Beyond Austin she skipped,
Like a stone on placid waters,
The sound of her pitter patters.
Swoops into New York and settles in.
A jeweler of bead and pin,
Crafting her Mari Anne,
For yet another grateful and devoted fan!
This poem is dedicated to the gifted jeweler and accomplished graphic designer Marianne Walther!
-From WinkofHeart ;)
by Matthew Anish |
joy, sun, urban,
Sun beaming down its loving rays
New York City - in particular the Lower East Side
is "where it's at"
This fine venue
allopws me to "express myself"
Love are combining to
"light up" the residents of NYC
Read and write verse!
Use your imagination!
I will now sip green tea
take joy in the heart of the metropolis
I invite all 9 million or so residents
To enjoy this sunlit morning with me
by Creative Chaos |
city, culture, cute love, home, immigration, new york, urban,
A stranger bumped into me
He never said sorry, neither did I
It's New York rush hour
by daver austin |
An invitation for
the reader to use
two fine ladies rest
neath a bamboo
they talk of a
small boat at anchor
two men mend her
weather or old
on the dogwood
scarlet tanager and
what song do they
New York blizzard
like black streaks
to or from
like Jackson Pollack
this mishmash of
dots and streaks
is there a message?
On the hike
a meadow a
with scattered pines
let’s have a picnic
so easy to love
he’s a shaggy, gray
always in the way
by A.O. Taner |
beautiful, blessing, celebration, cheer up, cool, courage, crush, cute love, drink, emotions, feelings, first love, for her, forgiveness, freedom, fun, happy, heartbreak, i love you, i miss you, longing, lost love, love, love hurts, metaphor, new york, people, relationship, romance, romantic, sensual, social, soulmate, symbolism, true love, wisdom, word play,
One shot of envy
Two shots of love
Few drops of luck
Just a hint of fear.
Pour over cubes of the past
Shake well, shake well
Top with hope
Garnish with joy.
by Robert Ronnow |
city, feelings, new york, pain, sensual, silence, woman,
New York City is where people who are
disappearing go. It is very quiet
here, silent. A man and woman
made love below me. I could hear
the bedsprings ringing and the
woman singing in sensual pain.
My thoughts sped up as they humped
faster. Everything is dead in my room
except me and my plants. If I keep
on identifying my feelings with the
feelings of things, I too will be dead.
They are talking and laughing now. His deep
voice vibrates the air. Her laugh
is like water.
by Blake Holland |
beautiful, body, cheer up, cute love, december, desire, destiny, first love, girlfriend, love, lust, mountains, nature, new york, paradise, passion, peace, rain, romantic, true love, wine,
I see you every day
near the Hudson Bay.
Your body is like wine
but, your mine.
I know other men tried to win you over-
they all failed-
because you are meant for me.
Your name is like a lost French folk song,
or New York City in the rain
I seek no sorrow and feel no pain
when I hear your name, Jayne.
Our love will never go wrong-
you look like the sun rising over the mountains of Montana,
or the misty moonlight over the Black Sea
because you are the only one for me.
Some call you glory in your grace of glory
but, that's another story.
I will love you
your my psychedelic lover-
will you love me too?
by Lei Strauss |
Been in New York when I was young!
This accent is so innate in my clever well tongue.
You don’t understand how I say things,
Guess you’re a stupid one who just so love to sing…
Stab me behind my back!
Just doing the same in my own rack…
Forgive me for being so unique.
Can you just copy my same proud technique!?
This New York accent is a highly wow!
Bad as you are like a filthy mad cow…
By the way, you’re such an ugly petty Betty!
You’re a downer who usually makes me so messy!
by Matthew Anish |
football, love, poetry, work,
Her I am
sitting writing a
While my housekeeper
is bury cleaning
I feel a little guilty
She is working hard
while I am just
moving a pen
along a piece of
is listed as an
occupation in the Occupational Outlook Handbook
So I guess I am working, too
In September I return to work as a
Devoting the rest of my time to
the New York Giants, poetry and looking for love
by Charleen Martinez |
There once was a boy from New York
Who refused to taste any pork
Until one bright day
A damsel did say
“let me feed you, my love, from this fork”
by ilene bauer |
art, new york, women,
On Wall Street there's a statue
Of a mean and charging bull.
The tourists love to pose
As his cojones get a pull.
But lately, that same sculpture's
Facing off with someone new -
A saucy girl in bronze
Who's very full of derring-do.
With hands on hips and knowing grin,
Defiant in her stance,
She seems to pose a challenge
Like, "Hey Bull, you wanna dance?"
The message rings out loud and clear -
Though men once ruled the world,
You'd better make some room because
Our female flag's unfurled!
by The Situation |
I am a new yorker
I grew up in new york
with t.v. stars
All the cop shows
and broadway affairs
Make us new yorkers
even though we're not there
We see the devastation
and offer our prayers
We want you to remember
No matter what God is there
You've always been rude
but now its time to be kind
An opportunity to love
before the end of time
by Darlene Gifford |
love, night, sky, stars,
Being here under the stars tonight with you, ....... Sweetheart
reminds me of Van Gogh's famous painting that ..... you
and I admired, at the art gallery in New York and..... are
planning to buy a replica of, but you, Darling, are .. my
heart's heaven, my sky, my starry nights, my.... Constellation
sponsor H Garvey D. Esquire
by Barbara Zinnamon |
devotion, nature, people, love, new york,
I LOVE NEW YORK FOR WHERE WE LIVE.
I LOVE NEW YORK JUST BECAUSE IT IS CLEAN.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN SO MANY WAYS.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE NEW YORK WHERE THE AIR IS FRESH AND CLEAR.
I LOVE NEW YORK FOR IT IS SURE TO US.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
I LOVE NEW YORK VERY WELL YOU SEE.
I LOVE NEW YORK IN THE MORNING AND THE EVE.
I LOVE NEW YORK FOR IT IS WHERE WE ARE.
I LOVE NEW YORK.
DWIGHT D. DAVIDSON, JR.
DR. BARBARA J. ZINNAMON
by ilene bauer |
Times Square was once a sleazy place;
You wouldn’t go alone there.
When darkness fell, you held on or
You’d lose all that you owned there.
Today, though, it’s like Disney World,
With tourists, loud and surging.
There’s not an inch of space unfilled
Since everyone’s converging:
The families from Idaho,
The hawkers giving passes,
The Elmos and the messengers,
The bused-in high school classes…
The lunch-break workers, homeless dudes,
The theater geeks and shoppers,
The food carts, cabbies and the cops
And all the teenyboppers.
I love New York; don’t get me wrong
But oftentimes I wonder
If gentrifying Broadway
Might have been a whopping blunder.
by Marquis MC Mills-Cooper |
hope, poverty, sad,
feeding off the
Having no where
Their future so
Watching, all of
the people unknown
Hurrying to their
jobs, then hustling
filled with sorrow
their love ones,
what joy that
A joy that
can keep them
warm in the cold
didn’t ask for
what pain that
out there exist
A solution for
A place for the
Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1993
by faleshia murphy |
How lovely she stands on
Ellis Island in New York City
Raised is her torch to inspire
Freedom and liberty
Given to the U.S by France
Hoping for a chance
Because of the American Revolution
For friendship was the resolution
In recognition we all be one
Ever get a chance to take a trip
Go see this wonderful statue that represents
Freedom democracy and international friendship
was born and raised in NY left to a small town
will rewrite this to enter contest I LOVE AND MISS NY
by Alex McKenna |
daughter, dedication, devotion, family, father, fear, children, friendship, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mother, people, teen,
Hardworking, Dancer, Writer, Loyal
Sister of Catie and Mollie, Daughter of Valerie and Damien
Lover of no one (for now)
Who feels that poetry is a savior, life isn't complete without friends, and love will find a way
Who fears isolation, failure, and not believing
Who would like to see their writing published, their designs manufactured, and their lives well
Resident of The Bronx, New York
by Annie Lander |
dedication, depression, fantasy, holiday,
What a dreary midnight November
Nitrate toxicity this New York City
It should never have happened
Our first winter snow, what a low blow
Congestion, Cough, Runny Nose, Sore Throat
Bengay , Dayquil and Nightquil
Night come early
The dawn cometh late
Ice on the dash board
And the Mailman always late
No wood in the furnace
No white throated sparrow to sing a song
The earth is constantly shifting. “My God How long
To stressed out to sleep
Oh how I love my cup of
Soothing Ginger tea
Why must we suffer?