Curacao Poems - Poems about Curacao

...Campo Alegre re-printed Under the houses on stilt That has no sewers And built for whores To service sailors in Curacao A barren island In the Caribbean Sea Pigs live under houses Grew big ......

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...pre-surgery I have growth on my lower leg which I bravely ignored till my wife said I was smelling It offended me, who showers every morning I went to see my doctor, a woman in her the sixtie......

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...Who killed the president? It was a fine forenoon when the pilot left the ship in Wilhelmshaven in Curacao, bound for Maracaibo, Venezuela the sea was like a mirror at ease being back on the ocean......

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...Campo Alegre re-printed Under the houses on stilt That has no sewers And built for whores To service sailors in Curacao A dry barren island In the Caribbean Sea Pigs live under the houses G......

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...A colorful bantam rooster perches atop The open-air “Blue Heaven” bar in Key West Red, yellow, green, and blue stools inviting Passersby to imbide a salty dog or a margarita, Slice......

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...A happy place…for some Under the houses on stilt That had no sewers And was built for whores To service sailors in Curacao A dry, barren Island In the Caribbean sea. Pigs lived under the ho......

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...The maiden voyage My first voyage on a ship was on an old tanker who took us to Novorossiysk in Russia to load oil for Iceland (Reykjavik.) It was an arduous voyage in the Black Sea, we got st......

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...Curaçao flies a solitary seagull, pregnant with island life. graceful waves flutter, the tide ties a rope, tambú us into port. drums beat out a dushi welcome. night lights, ......

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...The Rising Sun There was a place in Curacao not far from the town of Willemstad you could stay there till dawn when the whores had gone to sleep and the pigs in the ditch full of human detritu......

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...Listening to the Blues on this cerulean night, my mood dark with visions of ecchymotic dreams leaving chalybeous bruises in my crazed mind. I waited for the turquoise twinkle in your smiling az......

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...Who is a Prisoner Now My back yard has high walls and is like sun trap, I sit here and get a tan in winters... the walls, cracked, need a lick of paint. I can see a map of Europe, lakes, rive......

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...JACK DANIELS met JIM BEAM at the CANADIAN CLUB to discuss their upcoming trip on the CUTTY SARK. They were planning to go south for some SOUTHERN COMFORT, but when the ship had a fire, they......

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