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Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a “New York School” poem:
New York! –
The poets you have bred are few,
And how to rhyme they’ve not a clue –
Oh, fork!
(I know that word should sound like ‘muck’,
But that would make this effort suck);
Well, talk –
Why do the poems in your style
So often form, of crap, a pile?
We balk
At ‘crack’ as drug, or woman’s part,
With dreams of giving life to art,
You dork!
‘Here’s looking at you, kid’ – oh, please!
That Hump-free quote is as is cheese
To chalk
Compared with Danny, who’s ‘oh … Kaye’,
And Allen, in a ‘Would he’ way.
To walk
Fifth Avenue, where storm clouds rape
The countryside with ticker-tape …
Pop cork?
‘Bronx hill new moan here’ was the cause;
But Central Park is where to pause
For torque
As that’s the place you would unwind
To wrench from vagrants, that you find
May stalk;
But, anyway, your poets stink –
Their barrel, they do need, I think,
To caulk:
Your school of poets, meter log,
Like what you get in synagogue
Of pork!
I returned here in 2020 for my sanity booster shot ☺
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Hey lissen, pal – we Nu Yawkahs could care less what chu think aboudus.
Owah great poetic heritage is undimmed. Now weah did you say you wuz from again? ☻
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Frum Sarf Efrica, ectually. And a Noo Yawkah WOULD say, ‘Could care less’, in the modern version of ‘couldn’t care less’ that makes no sense, wouldn’t he? 🙂
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Sarf Efrica…dat’s Lowah Manhattan, right?
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A heck of a lot lowah!
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Lowah den dat? Lawn Guyland…OK –
but no lowah den Brooklyn, buddy.
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Colonialist – I posted your 2 poems at HelloPoetry (with copyright). I figured you wouldn’t mind but if so let me know. I’ll delete forthwith if your lyrical eminence is displeased.
http://hellopoetry.com/connecthook/
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Yet again, Col hits the nail on the head.
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While somehow managing to avoid being hit on the head himself!
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I haven’t been in Manhattan for 43 years – I see it hasn’t changed any! 🙂
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It is a wonder that, in line with modern trends, they haven’t renamed it Personhattan!
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LOL!!
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I think I just went on a round trip of New York in this poem. Well done!
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Don’t think I got a passing grade in the New York School, though!
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fun poem and great shot of NYC
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Lol Mmmmmmm pork from New Yawk – liked this one a lot – dork, fork, you name it, this rocks!
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Should have said rawks!
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That opens a whole new avenue – Shakespeare with raging rawks and shivering shawks to break the lawks …
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Lol Lawks a lordy this turn of phrase is gaudy but inspiratory and revelatory
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Brilliant!!! LMAO!! Oh this one made my night! Well done colonialist! 😀
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So glad it amused you!
Ardent fans of the New York School may be less approving, though!
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Ahhh well! *Kanye shrug* 😀
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I’ll never even contemplate writing poetry now.
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As long as you don’t subscribe to a set of rules like theirs, you’d be fine!
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This is pure genius. Poking fun at them in their own poetic style? How {naughty but} brilliant! As always your poem made my day! 😉
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Thanks! Of course, had I followed the style faithfully I should have avoided all rhyme and meter – but I couldn’t quite bring myself to do that.
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I still used rhyme… fork em! 😉
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A habit hard to break!
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Stop making fun
Of people who are desperately trying
To write poetry
Who just want to make you cry
So you at least feel something
in your hollowed-out insides
Yeah, they aren’t the best poem writers
(Far from it)
But what makes you better than them?
Besides the fact that your poems
Sound better and
Make more sense
Whatever
Please, give these angst-ridden writers
All the credit they deserve
At least they are trying
One day, in a land far, far away
In the not-too-foreseeable future
Their poetry could be better than yours.
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Have you ever seen me mention
That I suffer the pretension
Of having any real poetic skill?
No, I know all I do well
Is to write in doggerel,
And that’s a thing I go at with a will!
But to call oneself a poet
One would hope that one would show it
A good deal more than managed by these folk,
With their language so disjointed,
And a lack of wit so pointed,
One must surely just regard them as a joke?
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Exactly right!
And the same goes
for splashing paint on canvas,
with both eyes closed,
while calling it art
fueled by a creative spark.
Hand me the matches!
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So agreed! And of setting out random strings of discordant notes and calling that music!
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Love, love, love it! Not only do you make hysterical fun of these poets, the American and this style of poetry, but you do it so beautifully too! Well done!
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Thanks – I envisage less enthusiasm may come from native New Yorkers! 😀
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Bah! Let them come! *grin*
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America is a lovely place
where life is lived at a great pace
but when it comes words to write or say
they always say it another way.
sneaked becomes snuck just as an example
the use of English is less than ample
I cannot see why it should be
that they don, t speak English just like me
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In USA one makes a plan
To write or speak American,
Or it is doubtful that you would
By locals there be understood!
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I think you should email this poem to Obama!
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I have a feeling there might be a certain lack of appreciation!
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