Catalina Poems - Poems about Catalina

A pitchfork and a wheelbarrow down by the caribou crossing where a crimson colored twilight spills onto the north country... the churning of nature's marrow has me turning and tossing under a cold silver starlight all a-whisper with mystery... so paint me a water-colored fresco where a flaxen sun exposes a time that has come to a standstill waiting like lovers waiting to meet... and I'll go...

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Island, I can see you - distant fine pearl. We drop harbor anchor, music greets us. Leis are given by a native grown girl. We walk ocean street not using road's bus. Hostel makes us welcomed showing no fuss. Time includes glass bottom boat and day's swim. We watch manta ray, intrusive old cuss, thinking someone might soon try to spike him. Aviary...

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If you see Catalina please w'ld you tell her That a second without her is a Thousand years It may be a minute down but it seems too far Enough for a man to go pleading for prayers I tried writing her some sort of a letter But nothing could be enough to speak for my heart You see Catalina is...

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CATALINA SCOTTE Can't seem to say how much I've wondered About the way I found you here To think the ways I could have blundered And never known that you were near Life's funny how it plays it's aces In many ways it's all a dream Nobody knows it's many faces And things are rarely what they seem. So fate has thrown our lives...

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It seems like only yesterday. Catalina Rose and me, running past her gardens gateway - My nose smelling scents of universal poetry! I would kiss her delicate dulcet hand, that adorned her ancestors ring. My Catalina came from a distant land, where her father reigned as king! Catalina's beauty was just breathtaking; The magical drawing on her face was exotic. Thinking of her now is...

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my knees are squeezing tightly, my arms wrapped around your waist a cool breeze, the morning sun, a quiet highway on which we run centrifugal force in motion, as you pop the clutch chest to back, the muffler crack, as we hit the open road low clouds in the mountains offer a beautiful view heading to Catalina, a first for...

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I had fallen in love with a young Mexican maiden in the town of El Paso Completely mesmerized by her eyes had me following her wherever she would go. In Rosa’s Cantina, the music would play and Catalina would whirl. She became my world and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this Mexican...

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