City will fail Me
Displace me
Let me down
My mind
My voice
My reasons
Sometimes I get back up
At times you just lay down
No one asks questions
I just look around
And decide
Whether I should
Get back up
City will Fail Me
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Poetry and Go
Poetry and go
Brings up
The hardest working man I know
The wee morning he closes his shop
Into the night he goes
No fancy clothes
No high rise
Lifting him high
Into the New York sky
He finds his labor in a pizza shop
Day in day out
Nothing too fancy
Nothing much to talk about
Just late nights and early mornings
Into his 80 he will be working
A true inspiration
Of the American work ethic
Summer will Find You
Wood worn in
Tells stories
Human condition
Hopes held high
In the winter
Wishing
For summer
With me
And many others
Stay warm
Stay cool
The summer will find you soon
Friends Among Strangers
Thoughts floating indistinct
Finding ears receiving
While some short lived
Fall extinct
Sweet carmel swift
Fall on noses
Scent drift
Bitters produce taste
Lingering strong
Keeping minds wake
Moving
All night long
Greenpoint and Williamsburg
Making friends among strangers
While coffee drips
Testing the hot draw
With tender lips
Small sips we grow
Ideas bloom
From the cold ground
With the melting snow
Tucked in a borough of NYC
They will find us
Locked eyes
You and me
Scholastic Skies
Scholastic Skies
Stare over Brooklyn
Built with math and arithmatic
Particular attention
To each inch and yard
Stretched in the air
So pretty
Built with human hands
This is
New York City
116
To live to be 116
How could you describe
What that means
Secrets owned and guarded
Good life lived
The strong hearted
No poem could do justice
To how much this
Human has witnessed
But here is to you
May you live to be
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Vapid Words
A big part of life
An even great degree
Than anything in business
Science
Or technology
Is just showing up on time
Simple and fine
But not quite so
When I was young
I was told over a thousand times
So
I ignored so many words
Dismissing them as vapid
But now I have come to realize
They were really quite right
These words mean more than any
Degree, account,
Or any other quality
Punctuality pays
More than other details
These days
Luck
Helps
To climb
The world ladder
Just arrive
On time
The 69 Cent Photo Bin
600 photos
Stacked 6 inches deep
Priced at 69 cents each
Can teach
Much about the relatively of life
Rather or a lifetime
How little I cared for any of these
Vintage photos
Who were these people were staring back
At me
Fishing, world landmarks, time spent vigoursly
Yet they have no value to me
They are just old photos
Of lives gone by
A single moment trapped in time
So I tossed one back on the pile
Old man with a big smile
Someday that will be me on that photo
Unknown and growing old
Passed down until someone gives up
And I’ll end up
In the 69 cent photo bin
Contrast and Compare
Contrast and compare
Leaving the soul in despair
Defining moments come through
Preparation and function
Losing all thoughts in deliberate motion
When all is lost
The path seems insurmountable
Breathtaking and long
There will be only one chance left
Of one lone singer
One lone song
Weather or Whether Not
The city sweeps past me
On days when I can’t get up
Blowing past
Places to go
Whether the weather
Be clear
Or snow
I rest while the worlds whirls around
Outside my window
In a place
That never slows down
A Cup of Songwriting 