Une "poésie aussi grande que la ville" est un projet dans la ville de NY.

Des jeunes des écoles se mobilisent pour l'écriture de poésie sur la vie de la ville, rappelons le "New York est la plus grande ville au monde"!.


Pour le plaisir quelques un des poèmes qui permettent d'avoir une idée de la vision de la  ville par les New Yorkais :

A Poem as Big as the City…
A poem as big as the city would
be as big as the Manhattan Skyline
viewed from the ends of Brooklyn.

A poem as big as the city would
be as big as the bets placed
in Vegas come Super Bowl Sunday.

A poem as big as the city would be as big as 60,000
screaming fans at the finale
at Yankee Stadium.

A poem as big as the city would
be as big as the smiles gathered
from little children come Christmas Day.

A poem as big as the city would be
as big as the millions of people
tuning in to watch the ball drop.

A poem as big as the city would
include the mads, sads, glads and
scareds that make city life so
exciting.



What do you think when you hear Brooklyn?
Many may say gun shots, ghettos, and deaths.
When I hear Brooklyn I hear
Music, parties, excitement.
When standing in Brooklyn
You're standing in a puddle of joy.
You will never get bored in my
Fun city!!!



West Indian Parade
As I woke up to music in the streets,
ready to enjoy Labor Day in the heat,
I searched for clothes to wear
saw people in costumes as I stare.
Went to my family cookout to see what to eat,
while everybody is singing and dancing to the beat.
Looking in the air, all you see is flags,
people smiling and cheering, they're all so glad.
Representing your country is so much fun,
jumping and shouting all in the sun.
Now it's the end with the streets filled with trash,
Looks like everyone had a bash



A Poem As Big As the City
A poem as big as the city
well let's see how big would it be
probably as big as the Rockefeller tree
and have as many lights
as the ball that drops on New Year's Eve.



I Want Justice To Float Into America
I want justice to float into America.
I want justice to fly around the world.
I want justice to dance on the streets.
I want justice to gallop to the people.
I want justice to march to the ghetto.
I want justice to leap into Montgomery.
I want justice to tiptoe to all the racist people.
I want justice to follow all the violent people.
I want justice for all people that are struggling for their rights.
I want justice to slide down the Brooklyn Bridge.



Poem, Poem
New York may be good,
But Brooklyn is nice,
Our blows will take down any foe,
They will make your head spin,
Because this is what we are,
You may be the center,
But Brooklyn is the star,
Poem, Poem,
You won't need to go far,
Just come with me and hop in the car,
Coney Island with your friends,
Astroland rides are a new trend,
Just hop in the envelope,
And I will send,
Manhattan is out,
Brooklyn is in,
We're the best without a doubt,
Over here we shout,
We do not pout,
We are the best,
Why settle for less?



To me the real NYC
is the city over the bridge
where people confuse spanglish as a language but everyone
understands you
When you walk in and smell platanos
and you go to la playa over the summer
Where everyone only seems to know three Spanish countries
Where I always get called either Boricua or Mexicana, just because I look Spanish
It's where everyone seems to be the same but different in many ways
That's my Brooklyn
That's my NYC.