Cali Poems - Poems about Cali

The rooster was in love, thrown off his feed, smitten He had fallen in love with a gorgeous tabby kitten The cat in question still lived with her sainted mother. Don’t date a fowl bird! Warned her prejudiced brother. The rooster could not stay away from his love’s alley. He was totally love-sick for this kitten named Cali. He put on...

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The solar farms, ugly and large And props for the wind-induced snarge It’s green they’re extolling But blackouts are rolling And, best of all, no EV charge. ————— snarge - noun: (military, slang) The remains of a bird after it has collided with an airplane (bird strike), especially a turbine engine....

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(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018) i The fires came and the winds blew; Nothing remained the same— If only they knew…praying for the rain; The floods came the next day And the flowing mud had its way: Houses that had remained Went down the mountain drain; But they vowed they would build again Knowing that they were not the blame And that the old Devil would...

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the furious beast sought its luscious feast spreading everywhere devouring all in sight seeking to please its insatiable appetite with all that was there as the charred waste blanketed the sky with its smoke’s dye and gloom’s scorching taste meshack, shadrack and abednego faith is put to the test no matter where we would go, the furnace would be there denying the weary any rest from the soaring flames of the west oh,...

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Former Miss California, my Cali girl She’s beautiful inside and out Her magnetic personality: bright sunny smiles so attracts me Cali girl takes me riding when the surf is high I’ve fallen into the water of her warm Pacifico charms She’s so gorgeous from the outside going in Politely rejected Stanford, said she didn’t feel the need to be elite Moves to her own samba rhythm waves...

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IN THE FIRED FURNACE OF CALI (APROPOS THE ANNUAL RUNNING OF FIRE AND MUD) Roaring radiant raging waves of heat, the charging beast, glowing red hot with anger, devours all within its path; left over sable statutes send streams of spiraling smoke sketching grayish designs upon the hazy blue canvas above. Weary eyes reflect...

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89 years for a room full of idiots to end slavery on paper in the US & 89 years for that room full of idiots to get their *****together & stop Jim Crow--- it took them 92 years to allow African-American men the right to vote & a big whomping 144 to come to the conclusion that...

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