scaffold and hoist
wash the faces of commerce
but stains remain set
where the pigeons took roost
and investors were filleted
(originally published November 2013)
scaffold and hoist
wash the faces of commerce
but stains remain set
where the pigeons took roost
and investors were filleted
(originally published November 2013)
iron-rimmed wheels
gave a clattering cadence
ringing atonal peals
of Belgian block cobbles
bilge-pitted from urine
crude ballast unshipped
for a nickel a ton
from heart-of-oak vessels
singing Cockney crew lingo
over heaps dropped in nets
Schermerhorn Dutch
to the breaking breeze humming
slung up high-crossed on masts
where a nautical polyglot
up and down gangplanks East
with great bangs and hard crashes
swift running current dividing
from my forty-floored glass
when sail-masted schooners
all the sounds of the centuries
transporting me back to
of rapscallion romance
where men grunted glory
another new day
that I had been born
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(Note: my office was on the 40th floor of the octagonal tower at enter of the photo)
(originally posted November 2013)
maritime crossroads
commerce and cultures
collide and connect
here the occident
married the orient
hybrid metropolis
hugging the harbor
prolific of highrise
in spirit and stone
an autonomous jewel
of the south china sea
markets free in full
flourish the first of
the four asian tigers
society teeming with
aptitudes ancient and
modern successful
beyond its own dreams
despite ominous fleeing
of ghosts from a dead
british empire chased
by the looming dark
communist shadows of
mainland encroachment
From my book Onionskin
relic of the raj
piece of home
in an alien land
genteel reminder
of the mission
self-appointed
to civilize savage
motifs of a pagan
subcontinent
bring to it gifts
of a centralized
democracy tying
a noose round a
feudal archipelago
all in the interest
of primary goals to
commercialize via
monopoly vast
untapped resources
leaving behind a
three century
legacy still in debate
as to how much an
ancient admixture
of cultures was
either severely
demeaned or
enabled to stand
among moderns
politely discussing
the tides and the
times of the world as
they sit down to tea
From my books Onionskin and Legacies (vol. 2)
docks built by Dutch traders
old Schermerhorn Row moving
indigo spices the spectrum of teas
pearls and porcelain finding
exchange among English goods
drawn to the busiest port in
the colonies fortunes amassed
in conversion of cargoes to
specie and gold futures won
just as easily lost on the turn of
one voyage that fickle Atlantic
whose now and then baleful
eyes poured out most punishing
weather this maritime rowdy
casino of commerce dealt hands
steep with risk and reward
its deep pilings supporting a
capital system that grew up
to skyscrape the lofty ambitions
of liberty’s greatest experiment
domestic cocoons
sacrifice their architects
unravel commerce
Writer Lynne Sargent
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