Revitalization Created
A revitalization created,
To rid 'collected' colors...
For a more luxurized version,
Of diversed flavor.
Within urban city streets.
To make these 'areas' safer,
For suburbanites to live...
Meet, greet and eat.
Has had its economic disappointments.
For those dollar counters.
A vibrant atmosphere in the air,
Was no longer there.
This could not be reconstructed.
An obstruction made this clear.
The laughter and merriment,
Had disappeared.
And none of this could be poured,
From concrete.
The renaming of historic streets.
Or the laying of new bricks.
With an electric absence eclectic,
Uninvited!
To address the relocation of jealousies.
At the expense of unadmitted insecurities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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City Streets
The gaudy glow of neon lights
dispels the darkness of the nights
on city streets.
They pop and fizzle noisily
creating a cacophony
on city streets.
The sober folks walk warily
and drunks stagger uncaringly
on city streets.
The ladies of the night parade
for there is money to be made
on city streets.
Drug dealers ready to retreat
if they should hear a coppers feet
on city streets.
The night shift workers wend their way
towards their work to start their day
on city streets.
The noisy revellers thin out
as one by one the signs go out
on city streets.
The gradually noises abate
and ghostly shadow congregate
on city streets.
For some few hours peace will reign
before the noise will start again
on city streets.
The early morning traffic sounds
start with the milkmen on their rounds
on city streets.
This builds up to an angry roar
as cars and lorries inward pour
on city streets
then when at last rush hour has passed
noise levels will subside at last
on city streets
I thank the lord that I am free
to leave this noise far behind me
on city streets.
I walked my beat the whole night
through exactly as I’m paid to do
on city streets.
I choose to live outside the town
where constant noise won’t get me down
on city streets.
My village is a quiet place
A haven where I need not face
the noisy streets.
8-Jun-07
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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City Of Music
Music is like a city
The genres are the suburbs
The bands, the streets
The albums, the buildings
And the songs, the apartments
The streets get inspiration from other streets
They duplicate then alter them slightly.
The city is very busy and there are always
People driving through looking and listening
The city is growing every day.
The suburbs larger and larger
And some join together.
The streets longer and longer
And some old and tattered.
The building will always stay the same
But they will always be new.
The city will always keep growing
As the music goes on.
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My Hometown
Jersey City is where I was born
I woke up to see many a dawns
It's not a bad city, it was a place to live
But there were many times it didn't forgive
The streets were tough, the winter's cold
It s city you can embrace, but one you can never hold
The streets will own you and rule you
There's not too much one can do
After some years you'll be ready to leave
It will no longer have the things you need
That's when you know it's time to leave
Because in the city you can longer believe
Now people grow up there and decide to stay
But so many many more just go a different way
6-18-10/RJH
poem by Ray Hansell
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Vilanelle #1
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
And neon lights wound about a building like vine
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty
I believe you eyes know the nights strange strength and pity
And as I walk these long streets with your heart on my mind
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
I will wade through your dreams and the night's anonymity
I will tell you my tale and bask in your bright true sign
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty
And you smile as if you can't see this town is gritty
And you smile to think that everything is just fine
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
(last stanza lost in a freak row boat/breakup incident)
poem by Hubert J. Humperdink
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Selectively Limited
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
My purpose has been made very clear.
And those who fear,
Make excuses heard...
Far and near.
When I give...
It is from within me,
That is done!
When I speak...
Not a bush do I beat,
Like some may do and run.
Protecting insecurities.
No eye contact made to greet...
Those they pass on familiar streets.
I am happiest when others live lives of truth.
It is difficult to face it.
It was for me.
But denial kept me abused and confused.
And when I refused deception of all kinds...
I began to speak from my heart.
And found 'peace' to be a friend of mine.
Although I do admit,
My contact with some folks...
Has been selectively limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tough Streets Of Chicago
Tough streets of Chicago, you made me who I am.
Tough streets of Chicago, for me you had a plan.
You forced me to observe, what kids my age did not.
You taught me to look and see, always looking for a plot.
You taught me to react, and kept me on my toes.
You taught me to examine, the actions of my foes.
You forced me to react, in situations dire.
You made sure I would function, when I came under fire.
You made sure I was tough, made sure I'd understand,
the skills that I would need, when I joined uncle Sam.
Tough streets of Chicago, I almost went insane.
Tough streets of Chicago, you caused me so much pain.
You made me grow up fast, always dodging death.
You made me run from danger, could hardly catch my breath.
You took most of my friends, why, I'll never understand.
You made it possible to count, all my friends on one hand.
You took them in their teens, you took them very young.
You took them way before, to live they had begun.
Tough streets of Chicago, my tour is almost up.
Tough streets of Chicago, with your gangster posting up.
Tough streets of Chicago, can't get you off my mind.
Tough streets of Chicago, I miss those streets of mine.
Tough streets of Chicago...............................
poem by Rico Avila
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Ghostown
i live in this ghostown
the whispers from the walls fall like feathers to the ground
i walk upon these cemetary streets
and i don't speak the language of the skeletons that i meet
i live in this ghostown
the acid from the architecture is burning the place down
i wander through these solitary streets
they're empty as an afterthought in purple pools of gasoline
the river's all in flames
i can't go home again
this city speaks in rain
i live in this ghostown
the coffee burns like kerosene and the color of my world is brown
i look out on these melancholy streets
it's quiet as a photograph and lonley as my vanity
the river's all in flames
i can't go home again
this city's rearranged
i'm never going to leave this ghostown
song performed by by Zox
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I Walk These Streets Alone
I walk these streets alone why U ask, because that's all i know and the reason i'm so ignorant is because him always on the go
I walk these streets alone meeting customer after customer getting in and out of random cars
I walk these streets alone as if the streets are empty as i go on my devilish duty.
I walk these streets alone clueless to the danger surrounding me, as if him invisible to any danger.
I walk the streets alone as if every person i meet sees me as a stranger.
I walk these streets alone, as sad as it may seem i prefer my own company but at times i still get lonely.
I walk these streets alone but don't feel sorry for me, for i know what i'm getting myself into. and i know the consequences if i get caught
I walk these streets alone regardless of what I've been taught...
poem by Leon Scott
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Saturday Night Streets
Saturday Night Streets
Cars driving back and forth
People of different colors walking down the streets
laughing
talking
drinking
enj oying the night
The streets are talking to me
These streets have stories
different cars, different colors
I Love these streets
I love the night
I love Saturdays
l think I'm in love with these streets
I'm in love with Saturday night streets
Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sun belongs to workers and the sun
Saturday belongs to the night, people and these streets
Saturday Night Streets
poem by Rebecca Succes
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Job Proposal
The community has no immunity from the systematic demise
Of inner city enterprise
This demise creates economic development for administrations
In the midst of inner city death cries
Poverty, an opportunity for the business community to procure
Appropriations for the revitalization of bureaucratic relations
Poverty works, it is the hidden agenda that doth lurk
Anti-poverty programs comprehensive and coordinated
Jobs for social workers, counselors and bureaucrats created
While communities, neighborhoods and ghettos waited and waited
Urban Renewal 1949, Community Action Program 1964
Model Cities 1966, Community Development Block Grants 1974
Urban Development Action Grants 1977, Enterprise Zones 1980,
Empowerment Zones 1993
The community has no immunity from the systematice demise
Of inner city enterprise
Poverty and crime are permitted to murder the inner city
Without remorse, without mercy, without justice, without pity
The need for the slums sanctions traditional deterioration of
Social humanity
Representative of, representative of bureaucratic insanity
The community has no immunity from systematic demise
Of inner city enterprise
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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He and The She of 'IT' Prepares
They turn up the heat
To begin a more visible sweep
Of mass confusion
Created on streets urban...
Wherever they are where people meet
And greet.
To delude those to believe
They are followed by ghosts and goblins!
Enemies they've secreted from between
Griting teeth
To market war games.
Injecting a taste of blood
To boost it's affection
Smeared on innocent hearts!
And induce us to crave
The sweetness of conflict!
And the stage is prepared,
With an audience made
To embrace the message
They protect to die for!
As a plan for the final assault is made
For ALL consciousness to be dismissed!
Be it UN...DONE...or BROKEN!
They want to shatter thinking thoughts,
To have everyone viewing their production,
Of 'Captured Fools Who Kept Faith'
But The Divine is watching!
And will not allow them to lavish in grandeur!
There are those who know...
'IT' to be The Supreme Divine of Light.
He and The She of IT prepares
To make an entrance
Far beyond anything Loretta Young has done.
~And Loretta Young was born to make an entrance.~
This time...
The Supreme Divine of Light
Is going to make it right,
For you and me and even 'them'
Overnight!
And...with surprises!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empire State Of Mind
Yeah, Yeah, I'ma up at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot,560 State Street
Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me I'm up at Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude, that I am most definitely from
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
(I made you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock
Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip hop
Yellow Cab, Gypsy Cab, Dollar Cab, holla back
For foreigners that ain't fifty they act like they forgot how to act
Eight million stories, out there, and they're naked
Cities is a pity, half of y'all won't make it
Me I gotta plug, Special Ed 'I Got It Made'
If Jesus payin' LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
Three dice, Cee-lo, three-card, Monte
Labor Day Parade, rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king yo, I'm from the Empire State that's
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick
The sidelines is, blind with casualties
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse
Don't bite the apple Eve, caught up in the in crowd
Now you're in style end of the winter gets cold
En vogue with your skin out, the city of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them
Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
Hail Mary to the city you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you life starts when the church ends
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Come on, come on)
In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York
New York, New York
poem by Sirius White
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Detroit City
Me and Iggy were giggin' with Ziggy and kickin' with the MC5
Ted and Seger were burnin' with fever
And let the Silver Bullets fly
The Kid was in his crib, Shady wore a bib
And the Posse wasn't even alive
Shock rock choppin' block, songs to make your heart stop
Shovin' it in to overdrive
Playing loud and fast
Make that guitar blast
Playing like today will be your last...
Well I was born there
Gonna die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
There's a riot raging downtown
Tryin' to burn the place down
Skies glowin' red and gray
But the Riff kept a rockin'
The Creem kept a talkin'
And the streets still smokin' today
Playing loud and fast
Make that guitar blast
Playing like today will be your last...
Well I was born there
Probably die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean streets
Detroit City
Six mile seven mile eight mile nine mile ten mile eleven mile
Detroit City
Louder
Faster
Louder
Detroit City
Well, I was born there
Gonna die there
We don't belong here
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
Hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
Well, I was born there
Probably die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Detroit City (Lyrics)
Me and Iggy were giggin' with Ziggy and kickin' with the MC5
Ted and Seger were burnin' with fever
and let the Silver bullets fly
The Kid was in his crib, shady wore a bib
and the posse wasn`t even alive
Shock rock choppin' block, songs to make your heart stop
Shovie it in ta overdrive
Playing loud and fast
Make that guitar blast
Playing like today will be your last...
Well I was born there
Gonna die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
There`s a riot raging downtown
Tryin' to burn the place down
Skies glowin; red and grey
But the Riff kept a Rockin'
The Creem kept a-talkin'
And the streets still smokin' today
Playing loud and fast
Make that guitar blast
Playing like today will be your last...
Well I was born there
Probably die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean streets
Detroit City
Six mile seven mile eight mile nine mile
ten mile eleven mile Detroit city
Louder
Faster
Louder
Detroit City
Well I was born there
Gonna die there
We don`t belong here
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
Hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
Well I was born there
Probably die there
With all my long hair
Detroit City
You feel your heart beat
You hit the concrete
Dance the mean street
Detroit City
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Dragged Into The Open
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
Living in denial is not a gift to cherish,
By anyone seeking others to disparage.
Opening one's eyes to be freed of dishonesty,
Reveals the truth within.
Realizing a critique quickly given...
Is not neccessarily meant as negativity.
I am the first to sympathize,
With those wishing not to see...
Their dirty laundry dragged into the open,
So publicly for it to be seen on the streets.
With a doing done by them...
But goes unadmitted consciously.
And if so much which is soiled is publicly exposed,
Denying its existence only tarnishes more...
The credibility of those,
Believing they can hide to smother anything...
Under impressive dress.
In the wearing of brand new clothes recently purchased.
And yet,
Missing a message when delivered and told.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You are safer here tonight than you would be on the streets of any other city in the world.
quote by Michael Bloomberg
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Dancing In The Streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Dancing in the streets
With any one you got to meet
Moving to the rhythm
Let your body feel the beat
Dancing in the streets
Let your feelings hanging out
Give it all youve got
Keep on dancing, sing and shout!
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on, keep on, keep on dancing
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on dancing in the streets
Keep on...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Freak Me Out
City streets at night
Can be so intimidating
I'm not the toughest guy
I gotta keep my eyes open
You came out of nowhere
Man you really freak me out
I'm so afraid of you
And when I lose my cool
I don't know what to do
I know you don't mean no harm
Your just doing your thing
But man you really freak me out
Did I hurt you?
Are you okay?
Can I buy you a drink?
Ohhh what's the world coming to?
You came out of nowhere
Man you really freak me out
I'm so afraid of you
And when I lose my cool
I don't know what to do
I know you don't mean no harm
Your just doing your thing
But man you really freak me out
I'm gonna try to improve my manners (manners)
Everyone, yes everyone, is my frienddd!
[instrumental]
City streets at night (city streets at night)
City streets at night (city streets at night)
Til the morning light (til the morning light)
City streets at night (city streets at night)
Man you really freak me out
I'm so afraid of you
And when I lose my cool
I don't know what to do
I know you don't mean no harm
You're just doing your thing
But man you really freak me out..
[instrumental]
song performed by by Weezer
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Some Would Have No Life To Live
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Many sat by and watch this nourish.
And in somes cases,
Encouraged it.
If this affected another race.
And on TV you saw this take place.
With accusations flying...
How 'those' people should be ashamed.
And how 'they' are such a disgrace.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
Many countries wouldn't be what they are,
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If you live in an atmosphere,
That has condoned conflict, violence and chaos.
When did any of this start?
Or were you born into it as if it were a gift?
And have witnessed this...
As if it to be performing art!
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
Racism 'helps' many people deal with their insecurities.
If not for the created terminologies...
Such as 'minorities' or 'enemies'.
Superiority and dominance.
Or...
Ignorance from it,
Dispensed!
Some would have no life to live.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Takin' It To The Streets
(Michael McDonald)
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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