Poems and Poetry

Don’t Bow Down | A Poem by Paul Tristram

No one is above you!
Unless you put them there
or willingly let them
take that crown
right off your own head.
You were born
with every ingredient
needed
to be king of your own day.
Sycophants
sell themselves cheap,
backbones must be earned
not bought.
Let no one put a leash
around your throat…
especially yourself.
Dare to glare
into your own eyes
after each wrong step
you humanly take
along the way.
Learn, adapt, evolve,
focus upon your ‘Nice Side’
instead of battles
necessarily fought.
Have pride unique from arrogance.
You are both
‘The Pauper and the Prince’
of your own amazing soul.
It’s up to you, alone,
which role you will take.

Visit Paul at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

Salvation on the Q Train | A Poem by G.S. Katz

The Q changed my life
2nd Avenue Subway opened in January
86th to Times Square in 9 minutes
86th to Union Square switch for the L
12 minutes to Jefferson Street, Brooklyn
Chopped 35 minutes off that trip

No more psychotic buses
Slow as molasses with drivers who forget to open back doors
You have to drive the bus and open the doors
The back door is where you want us to get off
Open it Jar Head
Duh

The Q is religion in this town
It’s secular too
God freaks stay away from the stations
No pamphlet people trying to steal your soul
or your wallet
They know the evil of the Q will get them
They’re afraid the Q might make them Queer
Win Win Boss

Come to NYC
Take the Q everywhere
Don’t give beggars any money
Unless they are missing body parts
Every sob story is bull
The pizza is real here
This has been your urban cowboy
With the scoop