Best Docks Poems
you can't park a boat
nor saddle a goat
but you can pay the price
enjoy chicken fried rice
Down the busy road I ride
Spiralling control of the reins,
Drenched in sweat with pride
I surrendered myself to the rains.
Merchants I met many
During my service at the docks,
I couldn't but find ,any
Wanderer like me in the merchant's block.
The tenure I recall
Of visiting the sandy desert,
Where the sun lets the ember fall
Is the only description ,it's curt.
I scrambled up the slope
On my way to the tranquil hills,
Where my heart got solaced,
By the breathtaking stills.
Near the old docks in Genoa where old dwellings stand close together making streets narrow and families live is
lived rather noisily, where women hang laundry to dry on small terraces or on window ledges.
Sometimes when several street merges, the open space is called a plaza, where fruit seller, tobacconist, and cafe where men sit and smoke, drink red wine, and argue
about politics, in a gruff manner.
When the crew on his ship took a taxi up to Gramsci Street to seek the bright light, he walked to his cafe, lit a cigarette drank good wine, ate bologna or ricotta or Gorgonzola and salami
The people accept him sitting there, because even if Italians drink they are not drunks falling about being aggressive as people from Nordic countries tend to be.
On a tall wall, a placard, partly torn depicting the face of a politician, they said he had been a good man for the locals and looked after his friends and family like an Italian man should.
When the war ended and since he was on the losing side, he fled, they thought he was in Argentina, he was of no interest anymore, better not to talk about him.
This sentiment is quite true, at one point we must look to the future and forgive those, who thought they had
done the best for their country but it turned out they had
failed miserably
I can imagine laying under the stars with you
As we listen to the waves crash by the seaside
The moonlight glistening in your eyes catches my own
We're saying things like our favorite ice cream and life dreams
I'm paying attention to you as I should, sitting still as stone
Just listening, hoping one day in your heart I can reside
And fulfill you with a love that is strong and true
. it
will there
be
wait'n
wanton wenchez
wild
((woe))
who
might thuh
have
daddio
companion
dirk
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