New York City As of Late

Author’s note: This is an extension to my NYC Poetweet. The views expressed here are my own.

Let’s see, let’s see

What’s been going on in our city lately?

Subway fare hikes, nothing new

Update on 911 system is long overdue

Noise complaints goes unheard

Some of those courtesy ads are awkward

Potholes is still a driver’s nightmare

Still can’t afford a subway fare

Snow has left a mess on our sidewalks

Revamping garbage pickup is in the talks

Construction is happening without effort

What’s being done about those getting hurt?

Protests of injustice is seen all around

Many demonstrate by laying on the ground

Hurt and anger is an everyday occurrence

Trying to find strength through patience

The city is changing with businesses lost

Can no longer withstand the high rent costs

The vision of affordable housing is underway

People are losing their homes everyday

The City of New York is still an interesting place

Depends on how it’s viewed from one’s face 

My #NYCPoetweet via Twitter: Fare hikes nothing new/2^nd Ave subway is long overdue/Potholes a driver’s nightmare/Still can’t afford a subway fare.

Remembrance

Sitting by the window

The clouds are thick and gray

Sounds of buses pass by

It’s another slow day 

Table of empty plates and tea cups

Mind is quiet with nothing to contemplate

Another bus passes by

Its twelve minutes after eight

Rain begins to fall

As droplets hit against the window

Thoughts enter the quiet space

Traffic is moving by slow

Pictures hang on the walls

Memories of yesterday’s love

A smile forms on the face

Birds fly from the clouds above

Innocence is naïve’s best friend

Heart guides the journey of feelings

Love effortlessly without sacrifice

Happiness comes from the simple things

Another hour passes as the rain falls

Eyes stare at their picture

Memories of yesterday’s love

The outside is now a blur

Messages

There are no stars in the sky’s dark blue

The incense fills the room of a smoky hue

Another night arrives as the candle burns

Read the messages of yesterday’s concerns

Poetic thought and imaginary stories

Complied together like a mini series

Still curious about the story within

That remains beneath tough skin

A desire to unfold a mystery

While trying to preserve their history

The messages that remain unsaid

Messages that are still waiting to be read

The Unpaved Path

Rain water puddles are the seagulls’ birdbath

While standing at the edge of the unpaved path

Jacket pocket is home to torn threads

Barely holding the notes of thoughts unread

Cold air hits the back of ears

Listening to the sound of many fears

Self-expression, the barring of one’s soul

Captured by a love that has no control

An enemy of the realistic present

Tortured by this strange attachment

Desire for the message to be heard

Felt, embodied, and read word-by word

Silence separates the connection of two

The grass along the path loses its dew

Seagulls fly away together as one

Cannot change what has already been done