Best Frisco Poems

Leaving the Golden Gate behind us
heading into the open sea 
I vigorously wave back from the sun deck
uppermost her funnel capped by distinctive yellow welsh bonnet
seeming close but easily clears the span with room to spare
ahead lies the broad blue open sea
one always imagines tomorrow...

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Strawberry flower
incense
breeze whispers
a smell
of indian print
curtains.
North Beach
musk perfumed oasis.

Wind chimes
tickle memory moment
flying down
Grant Street
breeze blowing
blaring Baez beat
on gawking tourists
whose crane necks
turn to see
Me
hugely pregnant.

Poignant ache
memory
through times fog
seeping under sills
fills
a world
bridging the Gate's
ancient groan
of Bela birth
and Brownie grave.

Miles 
of blue worlds
misty soft tears
meet a heart
overflowing
in a...

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the Golden Gate, she sang to me
in a darkened whispered voice
El Niño crying like a spoiled child
of all the sad souls brought to her
with desperation’s choice
that flew like angels
from her transoms, wild

oh dare I hearken to that song
that pressed to tympans, sweet
a secret that commanded...

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She had cable cars in her brain,
And she said she loved the rain,
She had Golden Gate horizons in her eyes.
She said she had to get away
To that city by the Bay
For a vacation under California skies.

And now she’s come back home,
But I feel her memories...

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Jaded holiday in Frisco ,
Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour

For a old dog tawg
Rumble a chick

Banjo medicine and black madness
Eager paws or void in of contempt

I can't roll dice at Coney island
Without a slow snow cone

Program for Rita ford
Or a lengthy draught of carpenter...

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There's a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew

The truth as it's known
Is a legend that's grown
And the truth is known by very few

It's twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There's nobody left from that night

But there's talk of some...

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