A gangster nicknamed "Vinny Gorgeous" became famous after a judge borrowed to own this elegant tie in the process.

This poem was inspired by a nice little thought that I had. Being where I’m from, which is Brooklyn, a person would find a lot of what I write about where I live. This is just one of them. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

This poem is an ode to Williamsburg, located in Brooklyn, right off of the Williamsburg Bridge. For the past three and a half years, I’ve been going to high school here. And I’ve learned so much because of it and not just in academics. I guess that when I take strolls around the neighborhood, I’ll come across the imagery that became this poem. Although I’ve had this poem in my head for a while, I just didn’t know how to express it, comments are open.

Ted Williams scraped ten years living as a homeless person, but luck finally smiled on him when he got a second chance. It came in the form of radio reporter, who discovered him on the street, holding a sign to draw attention to his exceptional voice. When Williams spoke to reporters, he knew that this place is definitely not a man on the street, but the moderator’s chair behind the microphone.

Another look into what has happened on this day in the past, historical events of note, famous birthdays or any other points of interest that have occurred on this day.

A poem paying a tribute to the New York City Transit Trains.

Short one about Cannabis for my stoner buddies.

Poem on NY Times article.

A poem written about the great game of baseball. America’s game.

This poem took me a small while to put together. The city I’m from is Brooklyn and ALL Brooklyn natives have similar feelings on how they feel of their streets. Brooklyn seems to be my streets. This is pretty much an ode to Brooklyn which all my ideas I worked on took me a small amount of time to put into actual words, organize them into lines and stanzas and form them into a poem. I hope the readers enjoy….comments are open….