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    Nyc Poems
    Nyc Poems
    Nyc Poems
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    Nyc Poems

    By Regina Alberty

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    Regina Albertys poetry has not appeared anywhere before. The poems in this book were composed in New York City, and her work partakes in the citys restless energy, manifested in its constant influx of new immigrants and its ever-changing architectural landscape. Her poems bring to mind the disconnection experienced by those who live in large urban centers where isolation commonly occurs and many endure fragmented lives lacking meaningful contacts. Her poetry, however, reaffirms life even while at times depicting instances of human suffering and degradation
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateFeb 21, 2014
    ISBN9781493174799
    Nyc Poems
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    Regina Alberty

    Regina Alberty is a poet by avocation and a lawyer by profession. She is a longtime resident of the City of New York. Her poetry speaks of her daily experiences in a constantly changing urban environment. The author acknowledges that the City has been preeminent in the development of her appreciation for those moments when the only thing to do is to record an emotional response to an event that transcends familiarity.

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      Nyc Poems - Regina Alberty

      You trickle through the nooks

      And crannies of my mind

      Taking your time to flow

      Glacier slow but warming

      My senses as you go.

      Forever free to roam

      Down to my core at will

      You kindle in my heart

      The need to let you be

      Untroubled by your breach.

      Impudently at home

      You smilingly assert

      You love me still

      You want me still

      You need me still.

      And I deny the words

      From lips I love to kiss

      Affirming to myself

      And to the world at large

      I am impervious

      To your touch. I lie.

      As the first buds of spring

      adorn the frigid branches of magnolia trees,

      as the tentative sun melts ice to wake

      the frozen roots beneath dried grass,

      I think of your green eyes and how they sparkled;

      I think of how your lips smiled mischievously,

      and I remember how you tried to hide your mirth

      when you first saw my long green winter coat

      bought on a super sale, cheap.

      I grieve for the dismissal of the penalty for acts

      committed with both foreknowledge and intent,

      under the influence of something other than love.

      A melody composed of words half spoken,

      punctuated by silences, reaches my muffled ears.

      It comes from far away, stretching between the

      distance separating the window of your intransigence

      from the park of my repose. Different niches

      both redolent of flowers that were once pungent and

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