Dad City Poems

No one’s exactly sure how this buffalo in the 1960s
Found its way to live in the heart of the city
How it separated from a sky...

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My day began with mommy 
making beef patties all morning 
I helped cutting the veggies for 
the curry soup while sipping ginger 
beer I remembered...

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Because once a time in a round mud hut
at the edge of the bottomless of pits,
I know that a three- or four-year-old roars with his...

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I
Quote by Poet:  Time may be relative, but not an earthly friend; appointments and promises must be respected in what remains of human civilization.

II...

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Beautiful San Francisco


						In Northern California,
						By the Bay,
						There it is,
						That beautiful city,
						It’s the city Tony Bennett
						Sings of
						“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
						Those lovely trolley cars,
						Make...

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I think they tease their hair
just to look a bit wilder
a little more… “coyote ugly”.
Perhaps a dash of “sports make-up”
under the eyes
to cut down the...

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I spent Fall Break with Lisa (one of my college suite-mates) in NYC. They live in a Central Park South high-rise. I hope to spend...

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No dad should leave his family for a mistress
and break the sacred marital vows and transgress;
who is selfish and has no love or pity
shall find...

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CAMPAIGN
Ngalia! ngalia! ngalia! again
Today with an imploring tone
"Barabara nimeunda choo nimechimba"
Stomach above the brain underneath
This time on luxurious Benz
For real no sincere tearing dance
Your vote...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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An old gent was tellin' me about how his dad wrote "a dry book" on a given topic, and argued the issue before the Supreme...

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Johnny grew up on the hard side of town,
Every day he got up somehow life beat him down.
The people, in his eye, were not very...

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We took Henry* on the subway,
On the streets and on the bus
And he got into the rhythm,
Rarely kicking up a fuss.

Just as long as we...

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I come from Valdosta, Georgia, the lovely peach state,
Where everyone uses a southern drawl to communicate.
Valdosta is known as the “Azalea City” for its gorgeous...

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She loved to gaze, at the tall buildings
As she walked along the road,
Clinging  on, to the hand of her dad
A little girl - who...

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