Francisco Poems - Poems about Francisco

madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the...

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The simple, spontaneous man died he died suffering, but happy as he always was; he knew the spiritual value of "putting more water on the beans" He knew how to forgive and ask for forgiveness... He knew how to gather and welcome those in need of bread and light! good friend, amigo, hermano, fratello GOD IS WITH YOU !...

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Build the towers you want, this and that; green, red, and black, Who defends you, that’s your business, but Franciska is mine, my freedom. Don’t pretend you don’t hear, Neither prophets nor sorcerers will pass you by. They will not help you. Francisca is not interested in those planets of yours, nor comets from which you send kisses and hugs. Franciska is spring and...

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we are scratches on the surface somehow imprinting page to page degrading as we move frame by frame until we slump with the inky weight of filling in the detail of ourselves ...

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S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me! A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me. N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea! F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be! R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality. A~ As full, white clouds,...

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San Francisco Jazz Afternoons Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you. The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous. The smell...

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10/20/2023 Those tanned, shapely legs of mine, where have you gone? No longer have I the ability to run! Nor feel the glorious, salt water spray, from my beloved, San Francisco Bay! That kissed my sweating, dawn face. Those foggy morns, the busy hands of time have erased. Some other body now, in its place? This ghost of a runner,soulfully does state. Who took away my...

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On the 1st Day of Christmas my sister read to me ...

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You'll find a heart there Somewhere On a cable car seat Or placed on a stair In my careless despair You'd think I don't care Or my forgetfulness But au contraire My love was safe In pocket deep No chance to slip Or deftly creep But golden glow Of sunshine light Enticed a peek Horizon bright Inviting heart To take a flight No plan Rough sketched Heart's wings Outstretched I suppose...

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San Francisco Jazz Afternoons Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you. The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous. The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean, Those brown flirtatious huge...

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If I only had one wish be granted me tonight, To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight. To be able to walk in high heeled shoes, Not in Skechers, no, they give me the blues. Nikes and running shoes were indeed my fate. Dawn runs, next to the esteemed Golden Gate. Dancing till dawn at Club Montmartre, My life akin,...

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Take me on an awesome drive along the crooked street. And treat me to a big burrito in the Mission District. I see no rival to San Francisco where I spent 8 years of my life as a young adult with a wife and three children. Take me back there for just a day or two to enjoy the...

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...and with apologies to Tony Bennett. I smelled a fart in San Francisco, It wafted out across the Bay. An Oakland breeze just blew it back, A tourist gasped, "A gas attack!" A drag queen shrieked, "Oy vey! That's gross!", and swooned away. Who cut that fart in San Francisco The CIA is keen to see. If they find out it's from North Korea...

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Roll back the joy of golden, painted years. Hold me in that rapture, of joyful cascading tears. Place the engagement ring on my soft hand. Allow me to hear the notes of passion’s band. Oh, how deeply in love in the City by the Bay we were! Then~abruptly dismissed by Cupid’s, stinging, sharp spur! That glorious moment though, outlives the painful...

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