86...New York Minute IV: Robots Around Me

Who are these robots around me
Disguised in human apparel?
Fine gadgets stuck to their hand,
Deaf ears plugged up as well.

Busy fingers running rampant
With ease of touch you ignore.
You don't have to pay attention
Or even listen anymore.

Lined up in competition
New players arrive each stop.
Breaking records of mindless games
Don't dare interrupt you clod!

Designed by snobs to snub
Personality is a bother.
One percent seems not, but the rest;
Robots imitating each other.


DionWorx


New York Minutes;
A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker.

85...New York Minute III; Creatures Without Tails

Alarm bells ring! Off and running,
Fashionably late as usual.
New York's rat race begins
Above city sidewalks "beautiful".

As those below scurry about
Unabated to and fro;
Creatures without tails above,
And creatures with tails below.

We look better, we dress better.
They multiply, survive and thrive;
Visit the best restaurants,
Live in the best buildings at times.

We eat better, we dance better.
Perfectly gross in many ways.
We ride taxis and limousines,
But they own and ride the subways.


DionWorx



New York Minutes;
A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker. 


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84...New York Minute II; The Main Attraction

Night does not fall on a city
That sports sunglasses at night.
It crawls as the centipede
A hundred legs at a time.

The curtain draws, lights go on,
Distractions gain traction;
The greatest show on earth
Welcomes the main attraction.

It's all about you none other,
Moment to seize not ponder.
Won't remind you what matters,
It's not time to be somber.

With things to do, places to be,
Photos and comments to post.
Better boorish than bored,
City lights beckon, time to go.


DionWorx



New York Minutes:

A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker.  

83...New York Minute I; Staten Island Grey

Ferried to the other side
A retrospective is honed.
Beyond the bay hilltops lost,
A dreary fog finds a home.

Faint towers appear to paint
Billows of clouds and smoke,
An impression of the bridge
Disappearing with the boats.

Harbor side is invisible
As the glisten of the waters,
Silver lining in the clouds,
And her torch over yonder.

Tyranny of grey in array,
Golden charm plainly missing.
Unpredictability,
Is the standard of living.



DionWorx   


New York Minutes;

A series of poetic insights and perspectives, viewed through the looking glass of a native New Yorker.

82...Sonnet LVIII

Twenty three days beyond the spell of new year,
the heart arouses with greater anticipation.
And a quiet celebration unveils from within
in homage to one who merits attention.

Fashioned from a star...a twinkle formed
one score and three years ago to forge life.
It sprung patterns of love to a mother's pride,
the apple of a father's eye...a lover's delight.

On this day I am obliged to make you smile
with thoughtful verses designed to last.
Bewilder the morning with your rainbow!

Touch the hands of those that make you glad.
Night will draw its canopy over day soon,
tomorrow best wishes remain forever and a half.


DionWorx  


Happy Birthday :]-J-[:

81...Sonnet LVII

Time is the enemy of all things including man
especially to those without a promise.
Time heals all wounds, takes away the hurt.
The same holds true for love and a fondness

without nourishment these cannot flourish.
Oh! how well I know these human traits to be.
Chosen to play the dreamer by my own design
history will record it portrayed well by me.

What more can be said to one's own heart
when it is two that is needed to share.
So much written on a woman's virtue

not lost in you, well worth the time spared
though now you have none for me...I do confess;
your deafening silence is more than I can bear.


DionWorx


:]-J-[:

80...Sonnet LVI

Oh! Sweet Rainbow of the universe lost,
bring back the colors that set the dawn apart.
Let your soothing voice turn the night around,
untangle these knots that grip my heart

and tell me; why I am to be deprived of you?
Have I not been sentenced already
having no expectations of true love,
relegated to ardent admirer of beauty.

What constellation can your poet gaze upon
as he wanders the wilderness of time.
Having seen and heard an angel such as you

attested to through one simple man's eyes.
Set apart from all the others who lie,
born to reveal splendor of this kind.



DionWorx


:]-J-[:,

79...Sonnet LV

Lost in translation as one would have it
in the timeless language of the unknown.
Imprisoned within the margins of the mind
ridicule was brought to bear all on my own.

Labeled tales of a vivid imagination
understandably misunderstood by some.
Yet significantly profound for one
as another day looms and is understood by none.

A parallel universe to grasp and understand,
few believe, most don't... the rest laugh inside.
Eyes have not seen or heard of such a thing

flagrantly disguised in a dream gone awry.
The molecular patterns of my fantasies
have been transformed and I wonder why.



DionWorx