OT ~ Welcome to Saturday!
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
in cool touches
from hand dug wells.
Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.
~ Emma Lazarus
Good morning good people,
Friends until the sun turns black
got the back
'don't cry for me Argentina'
Marie's Crisis west village under
places of thunder
does no good
mixed when baby's crying
Answers why don't either
except in is
many ones, deities, beliefs in
'only one' they say
who says, he says, they said, voodoo said
and babies bled
horny in disguises
flirts along Barrow streets
kissing limbs extended
Eating ddt, lead and fish
mercurial cousins of jl seagull
loosing wings in flight
and in the nest,
and cried and cried
poisoned with the rest without sacrifice
no mystic 'deliverances' or migrations
taken by propagation
without rest manifest
of gilded man
again and again and a...
Bleecker streets tell this tale
in shining lights
children cry in common sense
belting out familiar scents
Sing along sing alone, singing loud, sing in chorus
coo, coo, coo...
taste the foam of daring prize
looking into bloodshot eyes
where suns can turn
grasses grow, pure waters flow
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
― Emma Lazarus
Art today posted for educational purpose, see more: http://www.businessinsider.com/nycs-coolest-street-art-to-visit-now-2016-3
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
The porch is yours...