Best Cable Car Poems

This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my dearest poets, the sirens 
call was not wrong.

It sang a song of cable cars jingling softly 
in the night.
And angelic...

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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy 
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were...

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How many couples on honeymoon, read poetry aloud 
or novels to each other?
Some do consider that a highly, loving, memorable treasure.

On a honeymoon, dare you say?
My unforgettable memory, that I would unflinchingly repeat, 
just bring me back to that day!

Cable car bells ringing in...

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Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site.  I...

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The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.                    

Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers...

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Fling the doors open 
And let out the stagnant air 
Open the board up windows 
It’s time to breath fresh air.

Sweep out the dirty corners 
And prepare for a powerful rejuvenation
Gather the dust in a bundle, 
Empty it in the Pacific Ocean
Then dip four times...

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Mosques embellish the land in grandeur
Arts of its city including its Petronas Twin Tower at Kuala Lumpur
Langkawi flaps its wings beckoning its great wonder
Atop of mountains viewed the paradise by a cable car tour.
You and I will enjoy its beauty like fresh hibiscus flower
Smiles remain...

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Some mother
Under a dark blue spring night sky
looks out her simple window,
past the old curtains which she’s had since the kids came along...

She’s washed all the little plates
 And counted One, Two, Three girls: all home
	Thank goodness! 	
But her boy,
where is he?
He isn’t answering his...

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I found a place of
divine intervention
The Land of Italy
The Towers of
Sorrento and Capri
So it is, 
I fell in love
with this place
a country so full of grace
Italy with history of war,
volcanoes, earth and sea
People friendly, loving, caring...
Sorrento luring me into 
it's piano bars and night life
fragrances...

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I was on summer vacation
San Francisco was the destination
The warm breeze, spring in the air
All looked bright and fair
The crooked street
I so wanted to meet
And drive thru the China bazaar
Looking at exotic filled jars
The cable car was an instant hit
It was hard to get in...

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Jack London's home across the Bay,
Now crossing the Golden Gate.
Walking through Fisherman's Wharf,
Smelling the entrees as you pass restaurant doors.

While ships passing along the way,
Fishing boats pulling up to the dock.
Crabs are snapping at your heels,
Fishermen are unloading their catch-of-the-day.

Fresh sea air breeze from the...

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A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst of becoming. A burst of becoming is neither a beetle,...

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A lovely country indeed is France
especially Menton down on the Med
everything makes you want to go back
such flowers, colors, and beauty all said

Also on the Med is the Riviera
a super little town called Agay
Its capital Paris is truly magical
so much to see either by night...

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I met her only once,
the lean, mean calypso queen;
not every singer-dancer,
has driven a cable car.
She gave me a firm, handshake,
as if she’d known me forever, 
to my very soul
and her light embraced my spirit.

When she spoke,
I devoured her eloquence;
as if it were a, 
platter of...

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When I listen to Eminem I purr at his work,
it perks me up. 
I'm then lured to write some words 
and create a new verse, 
that's rife without purpose. 
No clichés are surplus, 
and I've no nerves on the surface.

It's just an urge that occurs...

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