Feeling like Yearning with Manhattan

November 1, 2009
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If Manhattan were to sing,
I’d have to be the weak one.
For when he’d dance and when he’d smile,
For everything I’d break-run.

Here in the far away and thou
The men will lie in the stream.
Hope they may not be swallowed up.
The Jungle and its angles gleam.

If we were to take Manhattan on the town,
I’d have to walk beside him,
Or take by his shoulder at the rear,
Or resolve his surrounding hide dim.

Verbose, the Lady Talk-Of-The-Town,
Sit back, but do not reel;
Vined woman is she, the elongated hound,
She hath known everyone down to kneel.

If they were to hang out with Manhattan,
I should only respect the show,
Really watch them as the flirt falls through the sky,
Really count on everyone to understand and know.

Ah, but chocolates flowing in a caramel drizzle!
Love and wink near always shine their best,
And passing, passing in the Walk-around Fort,
Lingering, running things back and forth in Union Square, the pricey tingle, and Love is at rest.

If we make out with Manhattan,
(I’m sure we will have made it)
Eavesdrop! Calm Eavesdrop! Ca-alm Eavesdrop!
Each to the sky’s light to raise it.

But pretty thing knelt down on the cushion,
My bride, thee hast not begun
Bemused again, are the outskirts, and your flimsy dress,
Minding men dunned in the morning, and the clouds dunned with the sun.

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Imagination said...
Apr. 16, 2010 at 5:47 am

Wow, i am loving this, it's amazing. you've really captured emotion in it. you should definately keep up with your writing you have a talent that should be seen! =')

keep up the hard work!!!!

check out some of my poems i think that you may like them and i could use some advice on how to improve and really capture emotions and feelings, and speak to the reader... 

KICK3593 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 10, 2010 at 11:16 pm
I've got plenty more on the way! And if you're looking for something else, try to look at my latest poem on my profile, "The perfect world is a sea, your eyes" if you're looking for the emotion and zeal that I managed to muster here. It's kinda part of my same "period," if you know what I mean. Note: it's not as surreal as this one (Mahattan gives no bounds!), but it's inspired by e.e. cummings, so I think the two should be simalar since cummings and Manhattan are so associable together.
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