River life

"Segurokamome winter" by 藤谷良秀 - 投稿者自身の撮影.
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Segurokamome_winter.jpg

The seagull, his bill and body facing south,

Allows himself to be swept north on the tide.

Tired of the ride, his wings spread and carry

Him into the lazy sky.

The tugboat doesn't so much pull its barge

As it pushes it downstream, passing another

Headed up. The birds have abandoned their

Watery perch to sail circles above it

As the jetskis roil the river alive with boats

And sparkling  with waves

"Barge and tug in NYC" by Ed Yourdon from New York City, USA - Barge. Licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Barge_and_tug_in_NYC.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Barge_and_tug_in_NYC.jpg

The new defines New York

with thanks to Lydia Davis

Pigeons fighting over a piece of pizza, developed a fondness for pepperoni.

Suddenly,  they crave meat.

Man with many pigeons in Washington Square Park, New YorkCC BY 2.0, JoeInQueens from Queens, USA - DSC_0063 Uploaded by maybeMaybeMaybe

Handsome

Klopfholz mit BeitelnCC BY-SA 3.0, Janekpfeifer - Own work

You certainly would not like his looks,

But he is genuinely handsome, with his sculpted beard,

No rather, it is chiselled against his face,

The grey standing out against the burnished oak 

In delicate fine lines, his is the face on the prow,

Or perhaps of a captain sailing gallantly and gamely

Into the wind

Memory

I envy you, remembering

The addresses of your childhood

I remember nothing, not even

Grudges or the names of 

Friends and neighbors

If memory is all we have

I have only you and our years

Together, I remember all that

Every touch, every tender moment

Memories like that are my blessing

My consolation for all my unsung past

© Tamara Beck

April 30th, New York City

The daffodils, defeated by the rain,

Can barely hold their heads up,

Stems soaked and heavy, but

With no sun and all this cold,

Scrunching down may well be preferrable

© Tamara Beck

Mass destruction

By Bull-Doser (Own work) [Public domain],
via Wikimedia Commons

The weapons of mass destruction
They are our cars and our
Carelessness, all politicized
Turned into matters of belief

Do you believe that the ice caps
Are melting? Or that our  baby
Planet is more than a few thousand
Years old? Remember when dinosaurs
Roamed the earth next to man?

I, Steveoc 86 [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html),
CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/)
or CC-BY-2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)],
via Wikimedia Commons

Man won out by the grace of god,
Or the grace of his intellect-- another
Of god's graces

Religion and science at war with reality
Losing ground

© Tamara Beck