Pixonthehook

Back in the day They didn’t build homes Just for one to dwell They built homes with character And stories to tell! Eat,pray,love and admire the older homes of NYC!

After the Superstorm I saw this pixie in the water Peering about Waiting for the cloud angels To tell him It was safe to come out! Eat,pray,love and believe in the power of recovery!

No skies,clouds Old buildings or trees Today it is only art That my camera sees It spies a wall and makes me Stop and think Of this little angel Painted in pink! Eat,Pray,love and pray for all of the angels from Sandy Hook!

The paint may chip The paint may peel But it doesn’t affect the way This painting on the wall Makes me feel Eat,pray,love and embrace all of the innocent children of the world!

When we don’t upkeep The older buildings They crumble and fall But their spirits remain This one saying We are more than just Another brick in the wall! Eat,pray,love and remember every structure has a history and a past!

Can’t Explain The Stain

The paint has dried On the old brownstone wall Creating the image of a face So pretty and small I stop to ask her Which way is best I look up after And she is facing towards the west! Eat,pray,love and see with an open mind!

I went back to the place Where I was once small Back to the place That started it all Where with little girls I made grown up plans Dreams and wishes Where with little boys I held hands And shared first kisses I went back to the place Where I was once small I stood before the image Of two young lovers On the old factory wall Eat,pray,love and never forget where you came from! By Mary Anne Massaro…

A walk on a chilly night Caused me a bit of fright As the night wind whipped around I saw this stain on the bare ground Behold a night creature In the shape of a gothic troll With eerie features Cutting short my evening stroll And even though I truly know It is only a stain on the ground It was a dark,chilly night with no one else around Eat,pray,love and be leery of all that is eerie! By Mary…

A stroll today After the last rainfall Along the way I notice an old,red wall Where the rain flows through her halo Which is an old water drain Creating the image of an angel Out of the peeled paint stain! Eat,pray,love and see with open eyes and an open mind!

I find myself at the old pier On a lovely Spring day Thinking of my father,so dear Who has long passed away Of all the days we spent Laughing and gabbing All those nights we spent Enjoying our love of crabbing So much has changed Down on the old docks I think of how I have aged As the waves crash against the rocks My feelings of grief wade in and out Of the gentle breeze in the air Until I take a…