Baby City Poems

(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited...

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I’ve never seen a baby pigeon
And I’d be impressed
If anyone could show me one,
All cozy in its nest.

Their homes are likely hidden
In locations out of...

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~City Market~

The smell of popcorn, burned hot dogs, and sweat invaded his nostrils as Jason pushed his way down Fuller Street. Past vegetable carts, homemade...

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lost subterranean city of the Grand Canyon
Fact, legend, Hopi story or cover-up?
In 1909 Arizona Gazette printed the story
A secret underground citadel a mile down
discovered by...

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you’re driving my world on brakes
i’m basking in the frictionheat from
your tires as we make it up the 
hill to see the city laid out...

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ruckus on my porch 
perked my ears 
last night
at the wicked hour I
flicked on the light
to hear
thumping and
chairs rattling
but in my window--
--no body
wayfaring thief
or wandering...

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Statistics, ciphering and accounts are copied and transcribed
                 from...

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Amazing places 
The sphinx of Egypt 
Fort Lauderdale's spirit 

People's faces 
Lovers gazes
Swear it by merit 

Taj Mahal flavor 
Coconut kissings 
French Riviera 
Gorgeous banks...

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Come May. Come what may.
The most significant thing today
first Monday in May
my wife six months pregnant with twins
says she’s scared what we’re getting ourselves into.
Like...

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Golden Lady 

When I was little my mother used to tell me...
Life is not a novel
I chose life as a theater
When I was little my...

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A baby cries, the ferry toots;
A dog will not stop yapping.
A sparrow chirps, the traffic hums;
A flag is gently flapping.

A jogger’s footfalls pound the path;
A...

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The season is warming up,
shirts will come off
then holes in the flesh
of babes in their beds will blossom red.
There will be no posters made,
for instant...

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Truth, a five letter word for distinction.
Sometimes I feel I am losing sleep.
Dreaming of a good deed, one day sooner
or later.
Not enough sleep, not enough...

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At the San Francisco Bay
serving and dancing all the way
June, July and May
may I may?

Up and down the street side
cable cars climb
out of control
desperate for...

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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.

Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.

Eating although the food supply is...

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