No flowing, rapid rivers
Or pools of chlorine harm,
No lake of starry slivers
Can ever hope to charm
Like a warm and sandy beach
Of moon swept, salty seas,
On an island out of reach
Growing silly, Wild Rhyme Trees.
Wild Rhyme Trees Forum
Wild Rhyme Trees Forum is fot the posting and discussion of poetry and all manner of media, thoughts and ideas.
graveben
Yahoo! discussion group about the New York City borough of Brooklyn and, more specifically, the neighborhoods of Gravesend, Bensonhurst and other surrounding ‘hoods. Do you know the history of Gravesend? Are you still pining for that missing childhood sweetheart? Do you reminisce about those insane block parties and explosive 4th of July celebrations? Join graveben, today!
HIPSTER RUNOFF | I Am Carles.
Banned Books in Brooklyn – Annoyed Librarian – Blog on Library Journal
Coffee is Not a Drink for Pussies
Rick Lupert is the author of this thoroughly enjoyable, bitting poem. I’ve had it up on Wild Rhyme Trees for years — but I never realized a video had been produced. Warning: This poem contains adult language. Here is the written poem, and here is the video.
Stage Fright
Here I present the last poem by the late Brooklyn Poet Laureate, Ken Siegelman, who passed away at his home on Friday, June 19, 2009. Their are numberous articles about the man and his life on the Internet. Our borough president, Marty Markowitz, also has him featured on his website (just click on his Poetic Brooklynites link when you get there).
They are calling this a great poem. A classic. I’ll let you decide. All I have to say is that there are hidden, sparkling word gems out there — sleeping in old desks and musty shoe boxes, yellowing in forgotten notebooks of discarded papers and, of course, displaying on the multitude of unknown, personal poetry websites and blogs which shall never see the light of official praise or publication.
STAGE FRIGHT
Somewhere in mid adolescence I filled the silence
Of this empty house with a scratchy edginess
Sparking the first intrusions of a panic sweat.
The pines thickening at dusk set the stage
For a thousand murder mysteries where killers
And assassins lay in wait as my first few
Lines flutter into a black hole where I knew
A full house audience was supposed to be
Hiding in the anonymity of the abyss;
Just beyond the orchestra and umbra of the
Floor stage lights…
Up to a point I could transcend all
The ill-tempered husbands whose wives
Had dragged them out,
Just to dry off in a theater
With chaffing thighs and soaking socks…
Women who were stood up on a date,
Predisposed to seeing each male role
As the voice of thoughtless scoundrels
Who never returned after going out
To buy a pack of cigarettes…
And then there were the critics
Who would safely take their stabs
Thrusting with the peevishness of small minds
Bent on, strangling anyone in sight.
Those who realized they could never write
A play or poem, or watch a hero levitate
From a chaotic character who seemed to die off
In the second act.
Best to preempt the dusk with orange-amber porch lights
Napalming biting fleas and fierce mosquitoes
Blinding those who take the first dibs
On ending one’s lonely life.
Ken Siegelman
Brooklyn Poet Laureate, May, 2009
BBC Broadcasts
The sky above, the mud below….
Why does that title (from a 1961 movie about life among the natives of Dutch New Guinea) remind me of the 1969 film, Putney Swope? And what does either have to do with this Brooklyn blog? If I deduce the relationship, I will certainly post it here. Perhaps I’m just pondering unique childhood memories — like watching Star Trek on my friend Babe’s color TV. (Yes, it was a big deal, back then. Not everyone had color.) That and Star Trek was … well, fascinating (as Spock so often noted)! Click on the About link for more information.
My title banner consists of a beautiful b/w photo of Nathans in Coney Island, a view of the Shore Parkway bicycle path with the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge in the distance, Lucy’s food stand (an Italian feast staple) and the Dairy Maid Ravioli store on Avenue U (and my apologies to the hundreds of locals and establishments I left out).
Brooklyn Blogs
Brooklyn Blogs
On the Gowanus Lounge website.
Is MySpace In Trouble?
Cody Brown – MySpace is to Facebook as Twitter is to ______
Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York
Google Operating System (Unofficial Google Blog)
The Sad Demise of Geocities
The demise of GeoCities will cause a great disturbance in the force.
A huge number of historic websites will, simply, cease to exist (except perhaps within the vaults of the Internet Archive).
It is nice to be able to taste human food, once again….
I Grok Your Rhymes 
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