buildings with dozens of windows
pedestrains that brace the wind
flashing neon lights
Members of the message board had a choice of using phrases or words from the list above to create a poem or story.
November in the Big City
By Sharon (ByGolly25@aol.com)
Home Home in the city
Where snow and icicles play
Where people are the herd
And noise is the word
And the traffic abounds every day
By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
Yokel in the city, gawker I really am,
buildings with dozens of windows,
wonder how they wash them?
not a speck of green around.
Wind through the streets with all those tall buildings,
like a wind tunnel, so fast it is,
pedestrians that brace the wind,
brave souls trying to get home.
Traffic is horrendous, bumper to bumper it is,
jay walkers pay no heed, walk when they want to.
Horns a beeping, people cussing every where,
not a very friendly place, not like Bumfuzzle.
Mannequins in the store displays,
showing off fancy goods.
Stuff is so wild, who would want
to wear any of it?
Hawkers everywhere you go,
hot dogs, chestnuts, popcorn and peanuts,
then the shady dealers with ill-gotten wares,
all insisting you much buy from them.
Thought I found a quiet place,
a place where I could think, alas
six street combos playing,
all hoping for a few bucks.
Flashing neon lights hanging on each building,
tops had great big ones, lots of advertising.
Police cars, ambulances, fire trucks too,
everything flashing, no Christmas lights needed.
Too much chaos, too wild and wooly I feel,
quickly do my business, get the heck out of town.
Head a-splitting, pushing and shoving the norm,
me, I will just go back to quaint old Cheyenne.
Chi Town, the Big Windy
By Phyllis Ann (Starbird55@comcast.net)
Chi town, the big windy, a cold one in November
The pedestrians that brace in the wind is what I remember.
Jay-walkers cross down in the middle of the street.
It is too cold to walk to the light where the crowds they would meet.
Sidewalk combos, hot dog stands and hot drinks to go.
Red noses to go along with people walking briskly, brief cases in tow.
Buildings with dozens of windows are keeping washers employed for a time.
The economy, as you know, isn't sublime.
Mannequins grace the big department windows with themes of Christmas already to be seen.
The old Grinch is taking his revenge, the green is so mean.
Hawkers try to sell their wares in hopes that people will be in a buying mood.
Most are looking down and into a good old fashioned brood.
Flashing neon lights show forth the big city at night.
Most are at home with their windows and doors shut tight.
Memories of November in New York City
By Cottage Lady (Patience@bresnan.net)
I remember the multi-storied Look Magazine building
where I worked every day,
with its hundreds of windows overlooking
the glorious stained glass windows
of St. Patrick’s Cathedral
on Fifth Avenue.
Pedestrians braced their backs against
the wind driven between the tall buildings,
rushing for appointments or three Martini luncheons
or coffee shop lunches of chopped egg
and anchovy sandwiches.
Jay walkers swim in and out between cars
on the avenue, and the hawkers with their carts
shout of roasted chestnuts or any variety of ethnic food
for a myriad of takers.
Mannequins in fancy dress posed as if
alive in the store windows
of Lord & Taylor or Best & Co.
Soon the Fifth Avenue stores will be
arrayed for Christmas, and the big tree
lit at Rockefeller Plaza at which
tourists will gaze mesmerized.
The great Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade
Is not too far in the future, the signal for
the season to begin.
November in the Big City
By Diana Mercedes(firstname.lastname@example.org)
In Union Square pedestrians lean into the bracing gusts of brisk autumn winds that whirl around their ankles and blow bits of hot dog wrappers about, debris from the hawkers on the corner. It is dark at 5 PM now, streams of headlights and braking red tail lights compete with flashing neon signs. Macy's is lit, Neiman Marcus and Sax Fifth Avenue, too. On the south side of the square Hotel St.Francis' staid, granite exterior conceals her gaudy history, most infamous for the Fatty Arbuckle scandal of the 1920s, he was acquitted of murdering the young starlet, but no one remembers that.
On this blustery, overcast evening, as office and retail workers rush downstairs to the BART trains that will take them under the San Francisco Bay and home to Oakland and Alameda, or they board a Southern Pacific express for the Peninsula, plans are in place for store mannequins. In the next few the weeks, smartly dressed mannequins will vanish. Elaborate Victorian Christmas displays of Santa and reindeer and animated parlor scenes, planned since before last year's displays were dismantled, will appear as if overnight.
Union Square in downtown San Francisco is one of the best places to be during the holiday season. Before Neiman Marcus, there was the City of Paris Christmas tree, three stories high inside a towering rotunda, the tip just brushing the stained glass dome that crowned the beaux arts department store building. Because some traditions are too good to be tossed, preservationists pressured Neiman Marcus to keep the dome and the tradition and the Christmas tree in place. They complied, demolishing the City of Paris Building which withstood the '06 quake but not Neiman Marcus.
For natives, it will always be known as the City Of Paris Christmas tree, for everyone it is a 'must do' on any list of sights to see in San Francisco at Christmas.
November in the Big City
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
Picture pedestrians bracing the wind,
Heads down, hands holding on to hats,
Coats backward flying,
Rushing, pushing, rushing.
Under buildings with dozens of windows,
Early arrivals lagging looking, holding coffee,
To-do lists turning calendars contemplating,
Counting days to holidays, counting.
Like a quantum leap, flashing neon lights,
Darkness early, fatigued, surly,
Bus-headed, parking lots, jay-walkers
Home hurrying, scurrying, hurrying.
Leaving mannequins to grieve the departing,
‘Til breakfast grabs at sidewalk combos,
Grackle hawkers still roosting in cement circled trees,
Pedestrians repeating, rushing, counting, hurrying.
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