Mass For The Laborers
This is a free form poem14 total reviews
Comment from BermyBye50
This is a excellent free verse entry for the You Choose contest. You concise narrative form in tribute to the working man is fully embraced in this well-written write. The imagery in your words and phrases paints an compelling picture of life in the Big Apple.
All the best in the contest,
Eugene
Note: You may want to correct Nee in your additional comments (see below)
I'm a native New Yorker, although
I haven't been back to Nee (New) York
in 32 years, the heart of New York
still beats in my chest. ~
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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This is a excellent free verse entry for the You Choose contest. You concise narrative form in tribute to the working man is fully embraced in this well-written write. The imagery in your words and phrases paints an compelling picture of life in the Big Apple.
All the best in the contest,
Eugene
Note: You may want to correct Nee in your additional comments (see below)
I'm a native New Yorker, although
I haven't been back to Nee (New) York
in 32 years, the heart of New York
still beats in my chest. ~
Comment Written 26-Aug-2022
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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Thank you so much, Bermy.
I greatly appreciate the 5 stars and review. Thank you
for flagging the typo. Many
blessings to you. ~
Comment from harmony13
The author's words are clear, interesting, memorable for me, spiritual,
descriptive and creative. These words brought memories of New York City
back to me. The author's words defined well the hard work laborers do in these very busy places. Thank you for the author's notes - there is no place like New York! The artwork is lovely and compliments this poem.
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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The author's words are clear, interesting, memorable for me, spiritual,
descriptive and creative. These words brought memories of New York City
back to me. The author's words defined well the hard work laborers do in these very busy places. Thank you for the author's notes - there is no place like New York! The artwork is lovely and compliments this poem.
Comment Written 25-Aug-2022
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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Thank you, Harmony, so
good of you to stop by and
take the time to read and
review my tribute to the
blue collar workers of the
U.S. I appreciate the 5 stars.
Blessings to you. ~
Comment from Wendy G
A fine poem in free verse, and it is good and right to pay tribute to those who work hard and help to build nations by their own sweat. I like too that the wives try to support them and ease their weariness. Best wishes for the contest.
Wendy
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reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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A fine poem in free verse, and it is good and right to pay tribute to those who work hard and help to build nations by their own sweat. I like too that the wives try to support them and ease their weariness. Best wishes for the contest.
Wendy
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Comment Written 25-Aug-2022
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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Thank you, Wendy. I really
appreciate you taking the
time to read and review my
poem, and for the 5 stars.
The American blue collar
workers are the backbone
of the U.S. Many blessings
to you. ~
Comment from LateBloomer
Hello author, When I saw the picture of the church, I felt as if I had been inside that church. When I began to read the poem and it was about NYC Laborers, I felt convinced that I've been inside this church. So, you'll have to tell me the name of the church if you know it. As a native New Yorker (west side of Manhattan) I can relate to your poem. Yes, our neighborhood had many construction workers as well as longshoremen and other blue collar workers. In our neighborhood, by the time the men got home, the women had left to go to work the night shift in the local theaters, so the men had to take off their own boots off, eat their dinner that was left on the stove, and keep an eye on the kids--there was no rest for man or woman. Everyone worked.
Of note:
their steadfast wives
that age with them
wearing lace prayer
veils,
(I'm guessing that the timing of this poem is either in the early 1960's or earlier--before the Second Vatican Council.)
Your poem brought me down Memory Lane, and I yearn for the New York of my youth. I refer to it as old NY--before the high-rise buildings, before the WTC, before Lincoln Center--although beautiful--before the Verrazano Bridge, before Trump built his tower...when the centerpiece(s) of the NYC was the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty.
Growing up in New York during the time that you did was a time when having less was really have more. I miss those days and times, but they are gone like ashes in the wind.
Author, when you see NYC in the news, your heart much ache because my heart aches each night as I watch the 6 p.m. news. Cherish your memories. As this is a contest entry, I wish you good luck. I think that I might know who wrote this. Can't wait for the contest to be over to see who actually wrote this. Not too many old-time New Yorkers left.
Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
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reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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Hello author, When I saw the picture of the church, I felt as if I had been inside that church. When I began to read the poem and it was about NYC Laborers, I felt convinced that I've been inside this church. So, you'll have to tell me the name of the church if you know it. As a native New Yorker (west side of Manhattan) I can relate to your poem. Yes, our neighborhood had many construction workers as well as longshoremen and other blue collar workers. In our neighborhood, by the time the men got home, the women had left to go to work the night shift in the local theaters, so the men had to take off their own boots off, eat their dinner that was left on the stove, and keep an eye on the kids--there was no rest for man or woman. Everyone worked.
Of note:
their steadfast wives
that age with them
wearing lace prayer
veils,
(I'm guessing that the timing of this poem is either in the early 1960's or earlier--before the Second Vatican Council.)
Your poem brought me down Memory Lane, and I yearn for the New York of my youth. I refer to it as old NY--before the high-rise buildings, before the WTC, before Lincoln Center--although beautiful--before the Verrazano Bridge, before Trump built his tower...when the centerpiece(s) of the NYC was the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty.
Growing up in New York during the time that you did was a time when having less was really have more. I miss those days and times, but they are gone like ashes in the wind.
Author, when you see NYC in the news, your heart much ache because my heart aches each night as I watch the 6 p.m. news. Cherish your memories. As this is a contest entry, I wish you good luck. I think that I might know who wrote this. Can't wait for the contest to be over to see who actually wrote this. Not too many old-time New Yorkers left.
Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
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Comment Written 25-Aug-2022
reply by the author on 26-Aug-2022
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Thank you so much,
LateBloomer. It's wonderful
to communicate with another
native New Yorker. I'm from
the Long Island of long ago.
My childhood was in
Massapequa, and my eyes
get misty recalling my glory
days. Old-time NY was the
greatest. I got the photo of
the basilica after typing the
word construction on the
featured photos on FS. I
forgot the name of the
this beautiful church. I'm so
glad you stopped by my
page. I have seen recent
photos of Catholic women
wearing the lovely lace
veils that are usually white
or black. I hope you have a
bright and creative weekend.
I will be visiting your page
soon. Blessings to you.
