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Poems for New York. Thoughts of an author concerning his former home. The volume of poems deals with anxieties, feeling lost in a sometimes disturbing place, and describes NYC in another way.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Norman Sinclair
LOST
NORMAN SINCLAIR
LOST
IN THE STREETS OF NEW
YORK
Volume of Poems
Copyright © 2021 Norman Sinclair
All rights reserved
Proofreading and editing: Astrid Fiess, Mundo
Connect
Cover Artwork: Tonita Bu
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All characters in this publication are fictitious and
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978-3-347-32279-0 (Paperback)
978-3-347-32280-6 (Hardcover)
978-3-347-32281-3 (eBook)
Table of Content
Part I – Dutchess
memories
lent
Little Mountain Creek
I-O
Part II – NYC
acquainted
burning barrels
unknown
out on the streets
outside
giving up
No Place To Go
Eyes
wall of words
playing fast
few left
from the other side
silence
light
rain
winter
fall
inner conflict
Part III — Places
42nd Street
Broadway
buried
Melancholy
Central Park
D O W
disease
not inda house
the ship
you
filth
lines
signs
grass
skeleton
Manhattan
on the run
stout
the crown
Part IV – Feelings
lost
loneliness
C
oblivion
burning
broken
blackness
Exhaustion
stolen childhood
Tattooed Be Thy Name
not at all
baled
calling
Friend Or Foe
falling into the darkness
answers
not measure up
bad luck
too easy
out of school
infinity
vicious circle
turning point
head or tail
Part V – The Author
different
The Writer
lost in a riddle
bullet proof
wasted years
ideas
the fun i had
Unicorn
noise
thoughts
unless
in the shadow
literally
Part VI – Leaving
Devastation
P P P
the alien
now
New York I Love You
insomnia
Alex the Great
About Norman
Part I
Dutchess
memories
the only thing
i do remember
is a rose garden
memory paints
in pastel colors
makes my face harden
where’s the beauty
gone tell me
and don’t lie to me
remembrance is
so much different
from reality
lent
can only see pictures
of a time gone by
up in dutchess
but seen with my eye
or through the lens
of a camera banned
on a photo i’ve seen
a memory lent
Little Mountain Creek
Little river flow and run
bring your waters to the stream
people need to drink from you
use you as a transport beam
Ships are riding on your waves
from the village to the town
you don’t stop like all the ships
your waters run the whole way down
Until they kiss the ocean’s waves
unite with them in harmony
then you, my little mountain creek
become part of the endless sea
I-O
licklicklicklicklicklicklick
raindrops off my windowpane
why are you there
outside