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The City's Other Face
The city is bathed in neon stars
the deafening noise is wafting from the bars
a cardboard bed beneath the stairs
decay and decadence fill the air
Say there mister,can you spare a dime
for another taste of rot gut wine
are you lonely in need of a friend
for fifty dollars the night she'll spend
Footsteps echo through dark corridors
sick panic arises, when you know they're not yours
to needle park the ambulance sped
one overdosed the other is dead the
the man that is holding a knife
is saying your money or your life
The city night can be heartless and cold
it steals the mind
then rapes the soul
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Last few words:
Visitors to NYC only see the lights and glam
when you have lived,went to school and worked there you see the real city
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c lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 06:38
Teddy
Yes this is thee city that I saw everyday
thank you for reading and your kind words
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author commentGeezer
Sun, 2020-06-14 17:25
The real picture...
is what you have given us. Nice rhyme and the real deal, behind the scenes. ~ Geez.
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c lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 06:40
gee
thanks so much I guess this could apply to any city
Chrys
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author commentLavender
Sun, 2020-06-14 17:38
Other Face
Hi, Chrys,
Pretty raw stuff, here. Your last line seals the meaning.
Thank you,
L
c lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 06:41
lavender
thank you for taking the time
Chrys
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author commentGracy
Sun, 2020-06-14 20:07
Dear Lynn, good poem, the end
Dear Lynn, good poem, the end rhymes are perfect and you've painted a picture of raw reality. Difficult to swallow, but that's a poet's job, it's what we do. Here we have the city of Buenos Aires, with all its C19 patients and also many robberies, ill treatment of women and so on.
Fortunately, where I live, so far all is tranquil and we can walk everyday day, outside our property.
The final lines of your poem are heart rending, very good. I'll return for another read. All the best.
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
c lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 06:42
Gracy
I thank you very much for your time
Chrys
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author commentc lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 06:44
Jerry
thank you for coming by I live in a city now but do not get out much
Chrys
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author commentc lynn brooks
Mon, 2020-06-15 12:57
Alan
Thank you
yes I did live there,went to school there and worked there so I saw this face of the city
Chrys
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