Berkeley Poems - Poems about Berkeley

Berkeley fog covers the city at dawn - cool summertime...

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Ode to Berkeley TBC I grew up in Berkeley, my spiritual home. I grew up in the 60’s crazy time. No matter where in the world I might roam, Berkeley always center of my space time. Berkeley is the center of everything Berkeley is what it is, a special place Berkeley is a special place, a...

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Berkeley Beckoning Me I grew up In Berkeley, California In the early 70s A wild and crazy time Berkeley shaped my soul And my heart will always Long for my home land Berkeley was always A wild and zany place Filled with original characters Drawn to the city by the bay The hills overlooking the city The campus filled with students The downtown shopping area The suburban housing The...

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Lady Mary Berkeley Once, long time ago a Lady of grace and elegance, her child and spouse in glamorous remembrance. Chillingham Castle in its prime of residence and tragic, Lord Grey in spell of love by Mary’s sister Henrietta’s magic. Heartbroken and in despair with baby girl alone, took her life and child falling from the tower like a stone. The Castle...

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Ideas, opinions Lies, truth and deceit, Multicultural, diverse Good or bad, The world lives on Berkeley Street. W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2020. 14/11/20...

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berkeley time travels growing up in Berkeley in the 70’s one would be drawn to Telegraph avenue down the street from Cal to a particular corner Dwight way and Telegraph catty corner to People’s park a corner sacred to the hippie vendors who were always there down the street from Moe’s bookstore I would often walk back occasionally talk to the vendors about the latest conspiracy theory about the latest...

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674 Santa Rosa my childhood home for almost 10 years was 674 Santa Rosa Berkeley California A five bedroom adobe California home on the side of a hill at the bottom of the Berkeley hills you entered on the top floor across the street you entered on the bottom floor thus it was in the Berkeley Hills the house had a large deck with a...

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I like to start my day with a hot cup of coffee I pound down the coffee First thing I do every day as the dawning sun Lights up my lonesome room Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee I mean, - we are talking about an alcoholic,...

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Born in Berkeley, California a product of the wild 70’s just a lost white brother hanging about downtown brothers can you hang about listen to me lover wildness left from the 60’des want to fly away from California brothers leave the 60’s ride away my lover can you dig that without a doubt born in Berkeley, California based on writers.com balance poetry form prompt. also written as a postcard...

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The pennies from my pocket Fall And turn into the ash in The cracks along some sidewalk I have never walked on In daylight I reflect upon the disappearance And count on cut out fingers All the days I spent looking for the copper bits But Sometimes when the moon in the mind Reflects some of the darkness I only shed light On the depression of their...

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