Best Spokane Poems
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain;
here I am to ponder on your beauty;
From photographing you I cannot abstain!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
Dear Russian mountain: 5861 miles plus
19 hours it took me to reach your home,
surrounded by nature. I am not a wuss!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
Russian mountain, -30 F
don't deter me from being here. I don't
care if I frezee. This is sheer delight!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
Russian mountain, make heart glad and gay!
If you were able to speak today
I wouldn't understand a iota of what you say!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
Russian mountain sacred and pristine.
Mountaineers and explorers from abroad
come to visit you because you are alpine!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
Russian mountain pristine and sacred.
We won't find you in an amusement park;
because you're only here, blue and red.
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
There's no one like you in Spokane!
Sacred and pristine Russian mountain.
We are not your average - coffee shop and deli.
Here the atmosphere is happy - and the owners are friendly!
We can start you out with coffee - or something else if you desire.
Our goal is to please you - so are standards are much higher!
We have breakfast items - and yes we have lunch too!
Both are served throughout the day - no reason to be blue.
We're working on new items - to tempt your taste bud.
You don't have to continually settle - on other people's crud!
We have many tasty flavors - so you can mix and match.
Keep your hands on that drink - someone it may try to snatch!
We even have milk shakes - and they bring such delight!
They can turn your day around - and make you feel all right!
We're located on Francis and Lidgerwood - across the street from Double Eagle
Pawn.
So quit procrastinating - don't allow your palate to constantly Yawn!
Take out or delivery - whatever is your pleasure!
It would be a real mistake - to miss out on this fantabulous treasure!!!
Footnote: This quaint little (Old Pals) Espresso and Deli is in Spokane Washington. Current Hours of Operation are: 7:00 AM - 6:00 PM 7 days a week.
Addendum: They have closed the location I wrote about and do not know if they have reopened elsewhere or not. Was sorry to see them go.
For Naomi, life was beginning to get exciting in the fall of 1952...
At the age of 25 , a widow and the mother of two.
So you pack up your 1949 Dodge and off to Alaska you go...
Free land awaits those brave souls who will show.
Interstates had not been created back in that day...
And there were no motels at which to stay.
With five hundred dollars cash and two boys to raise...
Every mile became an adventure with praise.
Sometimes sleeping in the Dodge and drinking from a stream...
A young widow and her sons living the early American dream.
The Mississippi and the Missouri they crossed them too..
And the majesty of the Rockies they all three knew.
They made it to Spokane from Pennsylvania and that's as far
as they could go...
But the deep adventure they had only they could know.
Naomi is in her eighties now and doing well...
And the adventures she has had she loves to tell.
God has smiled upon her and given her a wonderful life...
She's been a daughter, a sister, a great-grandmother and an
adventuring wife.
In the fall of ' 52 America was different than it is now...
And she and her two boys can now reflect on the how.
From Pennsylvania to Washington, the goal was so close...
But a life time of adventure she had traveling from coast to coast.
The Alaskan dream still burns in her heart...
If she just could come up with five hundred dollars, she's
ready to depart.
TK<
I have been to Ireland
Noticed the Colour Green
Is predominant in the fields
Where the produce is seen
Besides the grand potato
Of which Ireland is renowned
The green bean that grows
Put in a broth, will add the crown
Amongst the variable farm stock
Pigs, sheep and cows you’ll see
The cows are at the foremost
Phhew the smell meets me
The aroma of the cows
Brings tears to the eyes
But the taste of the steaks
Makes one drool I tell no lies
So what have I got now
Green beans, beef and Pots
Sounds like ingredients
For a fine Irish Broth.
But I need some onions
The finest in the crop
Will have to travel to
Spokane, to Isaiah plot
A dash or two of pepper
A pinch or two of salt
A few herbs for good measure
That’ll be a fine broth we’ve got
After that hearty eating
How about a jig
Gather in the barn then
Of Guinness we will have a swig.
Dance to an Irish fiddler
Whose fingers move so fast
All the weight the Broth put on’
Will be a thing of the past.
Cowboy boots
and vintage wool psychedelia (poncho, jazz shades)
and cool drip slow burn tea
and electric notes of Bob Dylan, Maggie’s Farm
and that dude, he has meth mouth
so I guess he’s going to talk
and talk and talk
Mestizo soda pop
and a Vietnam Vet. selling car insurance
and damn, it’s just too bad
that no one knows of his jungle
or of the opaque-eyed landlocked Lord of the Fish
and the fire-brained midnight mutterings
of his old compadres, the soon to be deceased
and now the bus moves
Sporadic in gesture
and old woman (oxygen masked dementia)
and the intergalactic fliers of fancy
and the acid head priest’s imbalance in fact v.
fiction with his ass in seat and wheels as feet
and the shivering ribs of this, our noble mode
of ultimate conveyance through the assailing grays
whites and silvers of the snow-water-nebulas
and now the bus slides
and slides and slides
Through Spokane dark
and the disintegration of passengers into sleep
on the black glass highway
through the breath of the night
and this is motion
and this feels right.
I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the most awesome adventure I ever took
Three changes of clothes, lots of grit, and a puzzle book,
In Atlanta, my small suitcase was temporarily lost
I forced myself into the luggage corral, despite the cost,
I luckily found it before we left for Memphis, and then
Decided I’d never ever check my luggage on the trip again.
A friend met me in Memphis, and I spent the night,
After two days solid on the bus, I suppose I was a sight,
A hot shower and change of clothes, boy, was I set
For the long trip to Phoenix, again, where I was met
By friends I hadn’t seen since my St. Louis days,
I spent the night with them, then went on my way,
Arriving in San Diego, California a day or two later,
I caught a Greyhound going up the west coast, terrific
The most beautiful iconic route along the coastal Pacific.
I stopped off in Oakland to get a night of rest, and
Having no more friends along the way, the land
Up to Spokane was more of the same, but I digress,
For after Oakland I had no good places to undress.
Starting across the northern part of the country
I knew I was beginning to smell a little bit funky.
No one cared to sit beside me, I had plenty of room
I did my best in the stations’ restrooms to groom.
Across Montana, Idaho, and through Dakota, I go
A layover in Minneapolis, then on to Chicago,
Where the time on my ticket summarily expired.
When I approached the desk, they wanted to know
If I was the guy traveling around the country, so,
I told them, yes, and they said go on home “on us,”
So, I headed home to Virginia on the Greyhound bus.
Chicago to Indianapolis to Knoxville, I did my best
When my wife picked me up, I’d finally get some rest.
She had me sit as far away as I could get in the car,
Because I smelled like sardines left in an open jar!
The experiences I had I won’t forget as long as I live
I wouldn’t trade the adventure for anything you’d give
The stories I have to tell are far too many to share,
I’ll just say travel the U.S.A.; if you can, if you dare.
Written December 10, 2022
Spokane needs no cane,
Like the little train that could,
Spokane really can.
Route 66ish No 5
There was a young girl from Spokane,
Who drove both her parents insane,
She was cursed with a stutter,
And would sit in the gutter,
Screaming "G God I h hate all this rain!!!
Portals In Time is a name that is precious to me,
A Magickal space - a place to be free.
Portals is a Gateway - a window oh, so clear,
Holding treasures, secrets, and mysteries dear.
A place where all true seekers may find,
Solace, knowledge, and people so kind.
When it gets dark we shine a light upon your way,
So that on this path you're traveling you can forever stay.
Here there is clothing, jewelry, and herbs galore,
I could write pages and still there would be more.
There is harmony, happiness, warmth and peace.
Come through the Portal and find sweet release.
Throughout the ages we've been harassed for possessing the sight,
For healing the sick and doing what's right.
But if you feel you belong here and this place is too good to be true,
Put your faith and trust in the Goddess - She'll always help you through.
Footnote: This poem was written about this store when we had it in Las Vegas, NV - see the poem Portals - The Return - that one was when we reopened it in Spokane, WA.
Dapper Yan was born in Sudan
in the back seat of a van
his mother's name was Ann
His father's name was dapper dan
and little Yan had a sister named Maryanne
All together there is a 100 in the clan
They were spread all over the land some in Spokane
A couple cousins in Iran
And every year Dapper dan
would take his son dapper Yan
with some of the clan on a caravan
to visit his uncle Chan can in Japan.
I ain't got nutt'en to say,
I be shy, an scared anyway,
To public speak,
My mind too weak,
I'll only go on if you pay...
Ich binn ein Berliner
I somehow went to Berlin in 1937
it was time travel I can't explain
I saw the date on a newspaper in the Alexanderplatz
After looking in shop windows for an hour,
I realised I had an opportunity to kill Hitler
there were lots of pictures of him
people were staring at me, I looked like a foreigner
a policeman wearing feldgrau asked me "Wo sind deine Papiere?"
I spent the night in a horrible jail cell with some men I thought sounded Jewish
the next day I was at the American Embassy
the Ambassador was an old man wearing a rumpled grey suit
and he spoke with a Southern accent
I said "I want to kill Hitler"
he stared at me and told me I was in danger
he bought me a ticket to America
I ended my journey of seasick travelling
at Kemp and Hebert's department store
in the Liberty Building in Spokane, Washington
PEACE IN AMERICA
Radio turned down in bed,
Late night 2 a.m. Unhurried
Man’s voice speaks of the weather.
It is the only tiny sound in the universe.
Nothing disturbs his steady calm
At the top of the hour.
He intones the next record -
Slow country fiddles,
Dedicated to Annette in Spokane.
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It was a hot summers evening
With a stringy haired blonde
Out drinking Tequila on the rocks
And fishing in Golden Pond
Someone was playing a guitar
Someone was singing a song
Me and that stringy haired girl
Was trying to sing along
My Harley was my foot rest
My head lay upon her breast
She rocked me with that rhythm
So peacefully I must confess
Not much more of that evening
Comes to mind anymore these days
But I still think about that blonde
And her wild loving ways
Sometime during that night
She quietly slipped away
But she left me with a memory
I still carry to this day
Her hair was long and silky
Her legs were bless my heart
And everything else about her
I wouldn’t know where to start
My Harley no longer sits in the garage
But that old hog used to rule the road
But since that summer evening
I’ve reaped the seeds I sowed
Grey hair replaced the black
Aches and pains rule the day
And me, my Harley and Blondie
All have gone a different way
I heard Blondie was in Spokane
And that Harley was up for sale
But I’m too tired to fool with either one
No more drawing water from that well
Here’s a salute to that old cycle
And a thank you to that stringy hair blonde
And may we all rest in peace
Somewhere out on Golden Pond
WANT A HOLD YOU
ON LINE AND OFF
ARE YOU SEEKING OR JUST PEEKING
LOST 62 LBS. 43, DWF MOTHER
SEEKING THAT BLUE-CALLER MALE 30 TO 45
LET’S BARBER0-QUE,THROW FRISBEE,
WET IN THE POOL
RUN IN THE SAND
DANCE IN THE MOONLIGHT
TAKE A CHANCE ON ME……….
HOLD ON TO ME……
NONSMOKER, WATER ON THE ROCKS,
DON’T DO DRUGS, GET HIGH OFF LIFE
UP FOR THE BEAT IN THE HEAT
SO LET’S SEEK AND DO MORE THAN PEEK
LET’S MEET AND RUB FEET
WORLD AROUND ME
PO. BOX 14744
SPOKANE VALLEY, WA. 992