Poems About the City Seeking Friendly Advice
#city
Silken Ties
#betrayal
#politics
#city #lover
#city #lover
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Out On A Limb...
#lust
#erotic
#city #passion
#city #passion
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Never Underestimate
QUINTESSENTIAL TRIBECA LOFT
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
New York, New York
The Next Day
Zaniyah laid on Marcus’ chest wall. She uplifted her face.
“I had a very very nice time last night in your bed.” She kissed the side of his neck. “In the shower, and in this bed this morning.”
Zaniyah kissed Marcus under his chin.
Marcus kissed Zaniyah on top of her forehead. He hugged her body closely to his. He bent his head down to detain her eyes.
Zaniyah tilted her face upward.
“Why do you make it seem as if you’re not going to be lying in...
#corruption
#city
#lover
#passion
#deception
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.......Rush (Can I Get A Moment Of Your Time, Miss. Philly)
Philadelphia state of mind I must speak of
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening Brotherly love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying the holes in...
Soft and silken Sisterly affection blanketing by some weakening Brotherly love
An addictive inner city of carnal pleasure seeking distractions
An enticing tour to roam deep within the soul, a rapid pulse for private satisfaction
Mm... the turnpike curves of Pennsylvania, nestled between New Jersey and New York
The main dish of butter rum a la carte can be enjoyed without any spoons or forks
Palate dining pleasure catered for three
Swinging balls enjoying the holes in...
#city
#travel
#sports #sexy
#sports #sexy
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Chicago Bound
Mmm... that's all you want, my love is, just a slice
Then that would mean I may have part my Creole thighs
As I lay in submission feeling the sensations of you enjoying that butter rum flavor
Sweeten icing to your palate while I moan out such pleasurable lullabies your oral devotion can savor
Yes, baby, take me to the sky..
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#BlackHistoryMonthMyWay
Then that would mean I may have part my Creole thighs
As I lay in submission feeling the sensations of you enjoying that butter rum flavor
Sweeten icing to your palate while I moan out such pleasurable lullabies your oral devotion can savor
Yes, baby, take me to the sky..
All music playing in the background are used for entertainment purposes only, no claims upon its original copyright owner to infringe
#BlackHistoryMonthMyWay
#city
#birthday
#ThrillSeeking
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Gee, Are You Watching This Station Break
Gee, you are seeing this
The News is, saying some terrorist got ambushed
Everybody pipe down, please, so I can hear, we have to make sure every mile we push
This development would mean, we will have to take a detour
Just make sure John Wick is contained, knock him out if you must if so, more
The next state over...
We got protection and an escort leaving the city, once we cross state line, no helicopters will hover
Good planning, my Queen
Another K Production™
The News is, saying some terrorist got ambushed
Everybody pipe down, please, so I can hear, we have to make sure every mile we push
This development would mean, we will have to take a detour
Just make sure John Wick is contained, knock him out if you must if so, more
The next state over...
We got protection and an escort leaving the city, once we cross state line, no helicopters will hover
Good planning, my Queen
Another K Production™
#city
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Ghost
Ghost
I got my weapons on my hips
Looking over my shoulder
I got John Wick
This feat is going down traveling the road without making a sound
I am known as the Ghost
I don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boast
Shooting from my left, bullets from my right
Knife in your back in the black of night
The Mafia, the Kingpins hot on my trail
Sending them all straight to hell
Benefits once I cross the state lines
Moving dope, cash, in the sublime
You come up me against you get straight dealt with
Me and my Gee, we...
I got my weapons on my hips
Looking over my shoulder
I got John Wick
This feat is going down traveling the road without making a sound
I am known as the Ghost
I don’t mean to brag I don’t mean to boast
Shooting from my left, bullets from my right
Knife in your back in the black of night
The Mafia, the Kingpins hot on my trail
Sending them all straight to hell
Benefits once I cross the state lines
Moving dope, cash, in the sublime
You come up me against you get straight dealt with
Me and my Gee, we...
#city
#money
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Gotta.. Em
My Queen, word on the street
You got John Wick, and this crew about to take the heat
Yeah, I know
Gee we don’t back down or off, we stand our ground and let the bullets flow
I got a million dollar cash marker, stashed and gagged in my basement
That fuck was not going down quiet he was relent
Throwing bricks
Then knives, dodging my shell casings evading my Glock hits
My Queen your arm is bleeding
It's a flesh wound, and this is nothing compared to what we will heeding or needing
Have my boys ready to move out, and no hero...
You got John Wick, and this crew about to take the heat
Yeah, I know
Gee we don’t back down or off, we stand our ground and let the bullets flow
I got a million dollar cash marker, stashed and gagged in my basement
That fuck was not going down quiet he was relent
Throwing bricks
Then knives, dodging my shell casings evading my Glock hits
My Queen your arm is bleeding
It's a flesh wound, and this is nothing compared to what we will heeding or needing
Have my boys ready to move out, and no hero...
#city
#money
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Blindsided
Dark in the city shines our girl
combat boots in summertime
bringing the fire to all things new
sunrise and untapped love
she's all ideas and possibilities
never pausing to grasp reality
you stepped right into her fast track
unprepared
and now scorched earth is where you stand
caught up in her orbit
sunburned without a plan
blindsided
And she shines so bright
you were blindsided
Under the chaos shines our girl
gritting her teeth in wintertime
daring the fire to shelter her
midnight...
combat boots in summertime
bringing the fire to all things new
sunrise and untapped love
she's all ideas and possibilities
never pausing to grasp reality
you stepped right into her fast track
unprepared
and now scorched earth is where you stand
caught up in her orbit
sunburned without a plan
blindsided
And she shines so bright
you were blindsided
Under the chaos shines our girl
gritting her teeth in wintertime
daring the fire to shelter her
midnight...
#love
#city
#fire
#music
#passion
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Armed And Dangerous
CABONI’S ITALIAN RISTORANTE
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped...
Manhattan, New York
“Would you like something else to eat, beautiful?”
“Marcus, I’m stuffed to capacity. There is nothing else getting in this dress.”
“Save some room for me later on.”
“I promise.”
Marcus scooted his chair back and stood. He walked around the table.
“Can I have this dance?”
“You certainly can.”
Francine lifted her white dinner napkin from off her lap, and placed it near her China plate. She scooted her chair back, clasped...
#city
#drugs
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This poem is called It Was A Great City
with Great People
Yes...with Tall Great Buildings....
that reached High...to the Sky.....
..........
....and
....the Light....that shown
....from this city......
was Great.....
......and could be seen....
. ....for miles and miles away....
......
.....
But then...one dark night...
.....for some reason.....
....
All went Dark....!!!!!!!!!.....
....
Yes....all the Light....that was shining....
in this Great City......
was suddenly Black.....!!!!!!!!!
....
and....the Great People of the...
Yes...with Tall Great Buildings....
that reached High...to the Sky.....
..........
....and
....the Light....that shown
....from this city......
was Great.....
......and could be seen....
. ....for miles and miles away....
......
.....
But then...one dark night...
.....for some reason.....
....
All went Dark....!!!!!!!!!.....
....
Yes....all the Light....that was shining....
in this Great City......
was suddenly Black.....!!!!!!!!!
....
and....the Great People of the...
#city
#God
#Christian
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Haight/Ashbury
Haight/Ashbury
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
Haight Street Long Gone Past Ashbury
Where the purple crowd gathers
For a convocation of beggars
One holds alms cap for coins
Fresh from the heavenly mint
Hoping for Sacagawea’s progeny
As silver dollars emancipated from the pockets
Of passersby on the road to Highway miles
Where a pouch
Hangs on a stick for luck of Louisiana
“I have purple and gold in my mind”
His Baton Rouge mind blitz
Borrows my billfold
Into an opening
That unfolds like a memory
Of terracotta roofs
But his beatific...
#happiness
#city
#homelessness #surreal
#homelessness #surreal
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