Alfonso Siverls Poems

I knew a man that wanted to learn the trumpet
but could not play a note
he keep practicing
until one day a perfect sound
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Where the ghost of ebbets fields
whispers echoes of yesterday
under the boardwalks of coney island
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In prospect park where
old and young walk
hand in hand
on a timeless secret path
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Roots running deep
Crisscrossing below ground
Brooklyn trees are old trees
Hipsters can’t change that
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I am one of 6.5 billion
Human inhabitants of
The planet earth
The third planet from the sun
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Forgive them
For they know not what they say
When they violate this sacrosanct word
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I got the blues in my blood
It runs all within me
Everyday
and everyway
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I think
Therefore I am
Cogito Ergo Sum
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You know the look
You have seen the pictures
Children
Thin to the bone
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We don’t sing the blues anymore
But we still live it and don’t know it
My daddy sang and played the blues
He lived it and it ran alongside him his whole life
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