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New York City...Vicious Cycle
Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle
A revolving door always present; New York City...Vicious Cycle
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished, in other words we've acquiesced
Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the weak and troubled roam
Considered dross by our society/that's why the streets became their home
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High School Dropouts, Teenage Suicide...and for Meth my Brother's fiend
Homeless people are anathema, we seldom love the poor
New York City/Vicious Cycle...where daily living is abhorred
A Nimbus Cloud, Can't See The Acme...Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving SSI
New York City, vicious cycle/spreading like a deadly cancer
Minority Children disenfranchised/drug dealing is their answer
Boys and Girls, young and pretty, jail bait, nowhere to run
A perfect target for a pedophile, their tender live have just begun
Dark specters in every borough; people Lost and Living Trifle
8 million stories/Naked Truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle
Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons/Don Poetiq
A revolving door always present; New York City...Vicious Cycle
This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age
The world unchanging in its essence...many problems to assuage
Why is our purlieu in such predicaments, the morass so intense?
It seems the fire has been extinguished, in other words we've acquiesced
Hallways, Alleys, Subway Stations, where the weak and troubled roam
Considered dross by our society/that's why the streets became their home
Our youth in dire straits, how can they be redeemed?
High School Dropouts, Teenage Suicide...and for Meth my Brother's fiend
Homeless people are anathema, we seldom love the poor
New York City/Vicious Cycle...where daily living is abhorred
A Nimbus Cloud, Can't See The Acme...Where Then Can Love Be Found?
The cacophony breaks the silence; the voice of weeping does resound
Welfare parents in a quandary, just barely scraping by
Elderly people doing no better...though receiving SSI
New York City, vicious cycle/spreading like a deadly cancer
Minority Children disenfranchised/drug dealing is their answer
Boys and Girls, young and pretty, jail bait, nowhere to run
A perfect target for a pedophile, their tender live have just begun
Dark specters in every borough; people Lost and Living Trifle
8 million stories/Naked Truth...New York City...Vicious Cycle
Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons/Don Poetiq
Published 16th Jun 2014
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1st Jul 2014 6:01pm
I always see New York in its grandeur with the modern skyscrapers towering above the glitz and glamour of city life...thanks for opening up my eyes!
I definitely need to make a trip to New York before winter comes this year.
@EngrVV
I definitely need to make a trip to New York before winter comes this year.
@EngrVV
30th Apr 2020 7:29pm
Thank you for your poetry. Scrabble encounter, who knew? Glad you are recovering from the virus. Sad about the so many who haven't. My world is way different, white, upper middle class, midwest, small city. Years ago, I ventured into friendship with a man who became as close as a dear brother who lived with severe mental illness. He died a few years back and I have some new friends in similar situations now. It opened a whole new world to me. A brief encounter with your poetry is eye opening in another but similar way. One of my sons has worked with poor and homeless in Chicago and opened my eyes a bit too. Having our perspectives stretched is certainly a key to us growing in understanding and a key to the world becoming that better place we dream of. I love your lyrics. Listened to a couple Sound Cloud songs including "Imagine". I'm privileged (meaning I've lived a privileged, sheltered, advantaged, life.). You are talented, intelligent, scholarly. I can't "imagine" the totality of your life but appreciate today's encounter. Blessings and peace to you. John Ryder
