Heavy gambage haul to save Astoria,
the aureolin Sun hides behind clouds;
Filled a map with wishing well wishes
to try and find an impossible answer;
The aureolin Sun hides behind clouds;
Viridian waters spontaneously sparkle,
a smile underneath waves of somber;
Filled a map with wishing well wishes,
the puerile solution reveals itself:
Score that tyrian and eburnean treasure!
To try and find an impossible answer,
One Eyed Willy tatoo gleams in xanadu;
It's their time, ' Goonies never say die.'
Categories:
astoria, adventure, childhood, dream, emotions,
Form: Other
Passing through Ilwaco, I was looking for a taco,
I met a girl named Rita all the same.
She took me down the coast, till I burnt her morning toast, she left me with a dollar and my name.
Moved into Astoria, I met a girl named Gloria, she liked the drink and all the legal weed. As they say in Goonie town, some funky all went down, I sold my boat then I had to leave.
I made it down to Netard Bay, met a friend named Ely May, found a place, thought that's where I'd stay. Her baby daddy came to town I lost a tooth with my last gold crown picked it up then walked into the day.
Pacific city I found luck
There were no names, but holly F*#k
I remember the face,
She taught me things, and that's all I have to say
I was pondering the Meadow breeze
When a pretty girl named Louise
Grabbed me tight
And we sure fell in love
Now wet got a corner store
I'm not traveling nomore
Now we fish as long as we please.
Sittin on the Oregon shore
I ain't got no cares no more
Life is what you get along the day
Sleeping in a secret spot
Sinking pots with buoyed knots
I won't live this dream any other way
Categories:
astoria, beautiful, fish, fishing, happiness,
Form: Free verse
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Their, intrepid pools stretch longer than homes,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
A place can be found in a watered ditch,
Perchance a pool, right place, and right time zone,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Place for oddities to be like a witch,
To be amongst our kind, not throw a stone,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
Then let them be, the mermaids three, their pitch,
Free to swim, to amour, steal hearts, rich tone,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Let them swish, splash, splish, be, with hearts to hitch,
Stolen by the frigid, timid, no bone,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
Such is the lives of the heartless cold glitch,
Nefarious nature mermaids are clones,
The wayward swimmers of the mega-rich,
Filled with oddities compelled to their niche,
2019 September 21
Categories:
astoria, fantasy, fate, love, magic,
Form: Villanelle
England's staid Queen Victoria
Yearned for NYC's Waldorf Astoria
Victoria's secret? She was no prude
Greeted room service completely nude
Categories:
astoria, sexy, silly,
Form: Clerihew
How brave are our fire brigades?
As they battle bushfires each day,
Yes, it's summer in Victoria,
Not exactly the Waldorf Astoria,
For all the fire brigades,
Our respect they've totally gained,
Laying their lives on the line,
When the weather's too hot and fine,
Burn, Victoria, burn,
El Nino's torrid urn.
Our noble defenders, each day,
Real heroes in the news, I say,
As they battle bushfires today,
How brave are our fire brigades?
Categories:
astoria, blessing, courage, fire, hero,
Form: Free verse
Bratwen was a knight of slight ill repute
his good deeds oft times ending up caput
he strived to reach the halls of fame
yet it always seemed to end up in blame.
He heard tales of a damsel oh so very fair
who appeared to have vanished into thin air.
Her suitors one and all most hot her to find,
yet her captor wished in wedlock her to bind.
The king enraged very soon did proclaim
whoever saved her, honour could reclaim
Bratwen set out, his heart by beauty enflamed
the monster in his sights he quickly tamed.
Astoria so happy to be free at him glanced
fell in love and to Bratwen became financed
they circled that hall of fame as they danced
his steed carried them away while both romanced.
Categories:
astoria, adventure, happy, love,
Form: Rhyme
ASTORIA rising with the darkness
Stepping into the velvet of the
Night and like a nightbird she takes
To flight, dark in the shadow of
Moonlight as the magic begins again
Deep in the heart of the big black
Forest...
Well ASTORIA stares deep into her
Crystal ball and reveals all the visions
She just saw then she reads from her
Big black book of miracles, standing in
The circle of life, the fire burns bright
All through the night...
ASTORIA dances the dance of the
Dragon and she sing one of her
Favorite songs from a time long, long
Gone...
Well lightning strikes and lights up the
Night sky and thunder rocks the whole
Mountain side where she comes to meet
Her coven every Monday night until the
Dawning of day light then ASTORIA says
I love you all but I gotta fly...
Well and ASTORIA takes to the wind again
Pulling her cape up around her tight and
Dark up upon light...
ASTORIA the high priestess of dragon wings
And firelight, ASTORIA, ASTORIA, ASTORIA
Gypsy witch of the three star tower that
Burns like a fire in the moonlight, the misty
Moonlight!
Categories:
astoria, fantasy, magic, mystery,
Form: Free verse
Killer Diller 1 2 3
Johnny Pump spraying on your feet
Skelly,s game played up and down the street
Lifting the Johny Pump water with an aluminum can
Oh So Sweet!
All these things were such a treat
Make growing up on 20th Street
in Astoria
Seem so complete
All topped off with a Mr. Softees treat
Categories:
astoria, friendship, growing up, happiness,
Form: I do not know?
From the Eastern Spain region of Catalonia,
he was born in 1900 in Barcelona.
His family would later emigrate to Cuba.
He performed with the Teatro Nacional Orchestra.
Sailing to New York aboard the SS Havana,
Xavier achieved great fame in America.
He and his band opened the Waldorf-Astoria.
Nineteen-forty brought his greatest hit “Perfidia”.
Some later recordings popularized the conga,
along with other styles such as mambo and cha-cha.
Xavier Cugat maintained great popularity,
until he passed and left this world in 1990.
Among the greatest of the twentieth century,
Cugat left to later musicians a legacy.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
astoria, dedication, music,
Form: Sonnet
We had a good time
Guys from Woodside, Sunnyside
Greenpoint and Astoria
Leaning on each other
Weaving through the crowds
Towards the exits
Leaving the club
Squeaking out just before closing time
Headed towards the corner joint
Open all night.
Waiting on line
Shuffling
Gotta go
So bad
But first
Stomach bursting for
Cheap burgers
Greasy and salty
Buy ‘em by the bag
Eat them on the way home.
Dark night of New York
All around us
Rich’s man town
Separated from
Working class
By rivers
Zip codes
And generations of mistakes
Nobody talks about it
Nothing to discuss
Just a fact of life
Work with your hands
That’s how things are
If you complain
Nobody listens.
The place is crowded
It’s a late night circus
Counter people rush
Orders fly
From a hundred directions
A razzle dazzle of
Loud voices
Earsplitting laughter
A fight starts
In a rear booth
Irish and Italian guys square off
Just like generations ago
A common refrain ushering
Saturday night to Sunday morning
With a little night music.
Categories:
astoria, lifenight, night,
Form: Narrative