Brooklyn, New York
Today,
in my mind's eye
as I lounge on verdant
rooftop patio grounds
for day's hectic end
peaceful
atop a lovely building
feeling a balmy breeze
Columbia Heights centered
amid a century of renovated cement
worth every valued dollar spent
stationary I'll stay
temporarily
keeping vast crowds
at bay,
a Hudson River sways
river taxis
never hackneys
transporting people to Pier 17
colorful in hue and nationalities
visiting Manhattan from Brooklyn
tourists
seeing through both bridges
a horizon's glorious setting sun
holding steady
despite alternating
heady to pleasant
winds
ones
limping old to skipping young
exiting simple homes,
ancient apartments,
new condos
to unitedly play
prayerfully,
not been slain
lain
under muted skies
as nearby
on playgrounds gated
babies giggle, laugh then cry
when nannies
to them do kiss
goodbye
as pigeons coo
or suddenly fly
through tunnels
many parents, students
head home
in haste
among 'homeless'
stagnant in waste
while brakes screech
shaking nervous first time riders
squeamish
although,
conductors shout destinations
already painted on some dark stained walls
calling artists as canvases
to spray-paint
masterpieces of 'art'
or just plain graffiti
gang related
or R.I.P shout-outs
for the famous for a second
or not at all
with advertisements
to scream:
"This City Never Sleeps!
Let's Have a Ball!"
Manhattan
Chinatown
at 'Little Italy's'
outside cafes not malls
peaked with congestion
still
meshing
of bodies and scents
on dirty streets
with thievery
on minds
bent
family or foreign motorists
careening to stop
for vendors sent
to visitors convince
"stream with me to where
'wares'
imitating originals
abide"
hidden
in the masses
peddlers of these
do peep then hide
not wanting with officers
'made aware' to collide.
Ah! ...
Yes, I remember New York,
New York! across from our Promenade--
no place to deride.
But, parades for any type
of unmasked charade are in this district
not really forbade
yet across the water
barriers yellow wood are laid
for festivities annual
bicycles, marathons
made.
Heightened your senses
for an energetic, maybe even cataclysmic
ride as when I saw 9/11's tragedy
rocking the world
mangled our emotions
garbled our voices
like marbles cracked
swallowed
cutting horribly inside.
Yet,
still I house
pleasant memories
of life as a volunteer
years there where
thousands of Bethelites
from the world over
till only recently
resided.
Learned unity.
Never permitting
individual diversity
'true love' to hatefully
brotherhood
divide.
New York.
New York.
A mixture of crime, fun,
food, plus fashion,
history and pride.
in my mind's eye
as I lounge on verdant
rooftop patio grounds
for day's hectic end
peaceful
atop a lovely building
feeling a balmy breeze
Columbia Heights centered
amid a century of renovated cement
worth every valued dollar spent
stationary I'll stay
temporarily
keeping vast crowds
at bay,
a Hudson River sways
river taxis
never hackneys
transporting people to Pier 17
colorful in hue and nationalities
visiting Manhattan from Brooklyn
tourists
seeing through both bridges
a horizon's glorious setting sun
holding steady
despite alternating
heady to pleasant
winds
ones
limping old to skipping young
exiting simple homes,
ancient apartments,
new condos
to unitedly play
prayerfully,
not been slain
lain
under muted skies
as nearby
on playgrounds gated
babies giggle, laugh then cry
when nannies
to them do kiss
goodbye
as pigeons coo
or suddenly fly
through tunnels
many parents, students
head home
in haste
among 'homeless'
stagnant in waste
while brakes screech
shaking nervous first time riders
squeamish
although,
conductors shout destinations
already painted on some dark stained walls
calling artists as canvases
to spray-paint
masterpieces of 'art'
or just plain graffiti
gang related
or R.I.P shout-outs
for the famous for a second
or not at all
with advertisements
to scream:
"This City Never Sleeps!
Let's Have a Ball!"
Manhattan
Chinatown
at 'Little Italy's'
outside cafes not malls
peaked with congestion
still
meshing
of bodies and scents
on dirty streets
with thievery
on minds
bent
family or foreign motorists
careening to stop
for vendors sent
to visitors convince
"stream with me to where
'wares'
imitating originals
abide"
hidden
in the masses
peddlers of these
do peep then hide
not wanting with officers
'made aware' to collide.
Ah! ...
Yes, I remember New York,
New York! across from our Promenade--
no place to deride.
But, parades for any type
of unmasked charade are in this district
not really forbade
yet across the water
barriers yellow wood are laid
for festivities annual
bicycles, marathons
made.
Heightened your senses
for an energetic, maybe even cataclysmic
ride as when I saw 9/11's tragedy
rocking the world
mangled our emotions
garbled our voices
like marbles cracked
swallowed
cutting horribly inside.
Yet,
still I house
pleasant memories
of life as a volunteer
years there where
thousands of Bethelites
from the world over
till only recently
resided.
Learned unity.
Never permitting
individual diversity
'true love' to hatefully
brotherhood
divide.
New York.
New York.
A mixture of crime, fun,
food, plus fashion,
history and pride.
Write a poem for contest Take Me To New York - Summer Snow
I have always wanted to visit New York
Take me there with your words
Have fun
Imagery and emotion are friends
L.X
I have always wanted to visit New York
Take me there with your words
Have fun
Imagery and emotion are friends
L.X
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