Albuquerque Poems - Poems about Albuquerque

I met a young woman in Albuquerque With reputation you could say was murky I did not mind For I did find Her bedroom moves were delectably quirky...

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A poultry farmer in Albuquerque led a life some might call quirky His birds he’d not eat They were good friends, not meat He willed his house to a favorite turkey 2/10/22...

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There was an old man from Albuquerque When he walked his knees were very jerky Walking his miles He gave with smiles Others thought old man was really perky....

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Desert lavender blooms amidst gentle breezes morning sky: balloons...

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When I think of you dear My thoughts go back a ways When we were there together Back in our younger days You loved your Albuquerque The enchantment it fulfills From down along the Rio Up to the Northeast hills And the lofty Sandia Mountains With their watermelon hue But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you I could have stayed in Albuquerque I really...

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Have you been to the Land of Enchantment? When BALLOON all fill the air? It’s early in October And I wish that I were there The dark BLUE SKY is dotted With colors of all hues All shapes and size and baskets Most anything you’d choose HAPPINESS is waking To the sound of propane tanks As BALLOONS now by the thousands Take to the air in...

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Albuquerque You loved your Albuquerque The enchantment it fulfills From down along the Rio Up to the Northeast hills And the lofty Sandia Mountains With their watermelon hue But when I think of Albuquerque I’m thinking dear of you I could have stayed in Albuquerque I really think I could I can taste the chilies cooking Still smell the pinion wood I can hear the coyotes howling They’re calling...

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The Great Plains offers it beauty slowly as the edge of The Rocky Mountains rose like a rugged and Unclimbable fence keeping them penned in Driving southwest the line of fence posts became a blur of Old hand cut wood and slowly rusting barbed Wire save for the occasional juniper shrub The sun warmed the air, the smell...

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As I crested the top of the hill, looking out over the city. Lights twinkling and sparkling, like diamonds in the night sky. As far as the eyes can see, the beauty in Albuquerque....

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