There's a lost ghost town
in old New York.
The corner spirits
and beatnik bongos
loom in Greenwich Village.
The new lost city of ramblers.
Trails of Pete Seeger
go walking by,
in traces
of our land
and yours,
strapped to
a union flatbed,
that fades to black.
On an ancient street
called Broadway,
far off voices
call to writers
and poets,
to join the throng
of neon history.
Through the tunnel
of Hollands vision,
to the empire
of the state,
who's building
codes
and
supplies,
if lights go black,
and eyes would close,
on the new year,
of the New York times,
that lies in bundles,
in Timed Squares,
and sold by the wanna be,
who's first edition,
was brazenly stolen,
in old New York.
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really enjoyed this poem, I was sucked in and your words carried me along as I eagerly read each line. Great imagery and plays on words. This painted a wonderful picture in my mind. I love reading your works. Always a different adventure with you behind the quill...
~gypsy~
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Again another beautiful poem, and another "love it" one! Great writing, keep it up please! I so love your poetry, it makes me happy...
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strapped to
a union flatbed,
that fades to black.
when i was little i used to walk down to the end of my road to watch the trains go by. i'd sit on a log by the edge of the tracks and count cars, wondering where they went, and when the days were long it made me feel better to know something was consistent, even if it was only the graffiti on the Tropicana cars. those lines reminded me of that.
Is t'u mo gr'ah, dearest poet.
Kelly
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sights n' history
like a quick visit to a city I have never seen, although your poem made it feel closer. especially liked the broadway lines and the following:
"in traces
of our land
and yours,
strapped to
a union flatbed,
that fades to black"
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Love this stanza;
On an ancient street
called Broadway,
far off voices
call to writers
and poets,
to join the throng
of neon history.
really well written. great job
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You pen a postcard
You pen a postcard that says ...wishing you were here! Your poem takes a place I have never been to and lets me feel the ambiance...the character and "feel" / mood...of your descriptions. Nostalgic in style. ..well-written!
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Ah..Liam..a visit back down the streets of old New York bring nostalgia,as I remember the buildings, the tunnel we went through, and the interesting people selling their wares...Even bagel wagons...I like how you drew us in on the tour, and the mood..Skillfully penned by a poet that knows the city well...Bravo on the write! g.
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Hey Liam...this is great! I enjoyed it totally.
I liked these words a lot:
The corner spirits
and beatnik bongos
loom in Greenwich Village.
I always wanted to be a beatnik! I thought they were cool. But I was just a country girl...so, it was no go for me as a beatnik!
How sad huh?
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interesting piece...loved the Pete Seeger reference...you take me on a wonderful tour of NY with this write. Liked the imagery, liked the feel and tone of this one. For a country boy, this might be as close as I'll come to NY, thanks for the ride.
Rory
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Rich Imagery
Great imagery and plays on words. This painted a wonderful picture in my mind. Unfortunately, I have only travelled to NY a couple of times. But this piece puts a punctuation mark on those experiences. Thanks!
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loved it....and thankyou for brisking us off to New York.
I enjoyed how you formatted it...it lead us with the pace
of NewYork...fast..and gritty...
you did a great job on this poem!
ears/Seattle
way to write!
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Wow wow this is wonderful story like imagery in a fallorn verse one feels the aloneness of the wanderer reader as we travel through your verse excellent read dear poet
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this poem is very eerie, i absolutely love it =) a theatre geek myself, the focus of the poem on new york and broadway immediately drew me in.
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wow liked it alot
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Gritty stuff
Tom Waits sprung to mind when I read your nudge to this piece ... ' Woke up this morning with the cold water' ... maybe he nicked that line. Who knows?
Anyway, getting back to YOUR piece, it's great stuff to my ears. I've never been to New York but I will make a point of visiting, hopefully before I leave this mortal coil. Just got back from San Francisco and your words have put me in the mood for all things American ... well not ALL things American, but you get my drift.
Will investigate more of your stuff !
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Seeing as I'm originally from NY...this spoke to me...i could close my eyes and actually see what you were conveying...or what it made me think of...great write...i always enjoy reading your work...
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This one made me feel like jumping on a plane to experience NY first hand. But your writing will have to do for the time being.
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Loved it. Dig the references, the clever metophors, and just the overall impression of this. It reminds me some of Beat Poetry, and I imagine could be presented at a Slam with great effect. Keep writing, Brother. I'll keep reading.
Steve -
Superb
'tis a very fine write, indeed. As usual, you have expressed your thoughts quite well with marvelous imagery. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Wonderful imagery; I can feel the sepia tones of bygone days come to life as colored lights shut their eyes to dream backwards. I love the "lost ghost town," "beatnik bongos," and "the throng of neon history," especially. Awesome job. I love visiting NYC, but often its past gets lost in bright lights, noisy rushing crowds, and subway steam. I tip a newsboy cap to you—bravo, and encore!
--Sarah--
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This drips of you. The remembrance, marinated in a little sorrow... Speaking for those that don't have the same ability, those that don't have the same grace.
"Trails of Pete Seeger
go walking by,
with traces of our land,
and yours,
strapped down
to a union flatbed
that fades to black."
Smells like china white here....
And leaving us with the images of new york "times" tightly bundled.... newpapers...memories...being sold by posers for a cash profit.
Outstanding, Poe! Delightful as always!!
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This is a nice ode to the city. I particularly liked the references to Pete Seeger. I do not think most people today would associate him with anything relevant to NYC. Very well done.
Mike
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"As I went walking that ribbon of highway"... the Father of American Folk music
When life was a little more simple and a little less complex,
the day when people trickled through the street like a creek,
rather than flooding the levies, as a rushing river.
Thank-you,
for taking me back a few.
joss
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Really amazing! I love it...excellent write!
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If it wasn't so early in the morning I'd be raising my old budweiser mug right now to the soul of New York...funny I've never been there, nary even glimpsed the shores of America, why is it that I have all these memories...
I strongly believe I was there in another life...I can taste the imagery you pen my brother...hear the sax wailing through the blue ink predawn...I love your melancholy style, I feel as though I have been and still am a part of those bygone days...
Hey look up there! Isn't that's Jack on the fire escape, East7th street?
and hey, there he is again with his buddies down on Riverside Drive!
I reckon if I look hard enough I might just catch a glimpse of Woody goin by...
Thank you Liam for putting a dash of blue in my morning coffee
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Wow
I'm raisin' the glass to you mate and tippin' my hat to the talk of the town tonight in NYC. The New Christy Minstrels are playing in Cental Park in your honor. In the crime of poetry there's a new kid in town and he's a person of special interest. -c
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I was sucked in this piece
And it actually felt like i was walking through old New York
Don't think i would want to go there though. to many people
i like my solitude too much.
You always seem to bring your pieces alive with your word choices.
I just love that effect you have.
" far off voices
call to writers
and poets,"
That right there was my favorite!!
s Mandi
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gorgeous imagery.
I feel as if I'm walking through old New York,
and new New York, at the same time.
a plethora of images and feelings all hitting at once.
lost people,
controlled chaos, and confusion
the same never changing,
always the same streets....
[if that makes any sense...]
poetry, that is alive. you do it so well.
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I go to manhattan enough but I feel like I never get the full experience. I hate the superficial of the city...but I love the life of it...wish I knew where to find this old new york
another greatly written poem bro
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really enjoyed this poem, I was sucked in and your words carried me along as I eagerly read each line, my only suggestion, I'm not sure in the first stanza if the use of the word "old" twice really works, just my personal opinion though.....superb imagery, I'm glad I clicked...great job poet
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