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Frisco Poems - Poems about Frisco


Jaded Holiday inn Frisco
Jaded holiday in Frisco , Where Paul Getty lost his marbles harbour For a old dog tawg Rumble a chick Banjo medicine and black madness Eager paws or void in of contempt I can't roll dice at Coney island Without a slow snow cone Program for Rita ford Or a lengthy draught of carpenter wood...

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Categories: frisco, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Blank verse
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the Golden Gate, she sang to me in a darkened whispered voice El Niño crying like a spoiled child of all the sad souls brought to her with desperation’s choice that flew like angels from her transoms, wild oh dare I hearken to that song that pressed to tympans, sweet a secret that commanded I impart the answer I had sought so long of darkened dreams,...

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Categories: frisco, suicide,
Form: Rhyme



Apologies To Robert W Service
There's a tale that is told In the night Yukon cold Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew The truth as it's known Is a legend that's grown And the truth is known by very few It's twenty years on The Malamutes gone There's nobody left from that night But there's talk of some gold That sometimes is told Of what happened just after the fight There...

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Categories: frisco, 7th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Sailing From Frisco
Leaving the Golden Gate behind us heading into the open sea I vigorously wave back from the sun deck uppermost her funnel capped by distinctive yellow welsh bonnet seeming close but easily clears the span with room to spare ahead lies the broad blue open sea one always imagines tomorrow will shine it is a beautiful breezy day morning wishes shone shining...

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Categories: frisco, travel,
Form: Free verse
She Never Got Back From Frisco
She had cable cars in her brain, And she said she loved the rain, She had Golden Gate horizons in her eyes. She said she had to get away To that city by the Bay For a vacation under California skies. And now she’s come back home, But I feel her memories roam— She hung a San Francisco poster on our wall. Now I...

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Categories: frisco, lost love
Form: Lyric



My 60's Frisco
Strawberry flower incense breeze whispers a smell of indian print curtains. North Beach musk perfumed oasis. Wind chimes tickle memory moment flying down Grant Street breeze blowing blaring Baez beat on gawking tourists whose crane necks turn to see Me hugely pregnant. Poignant ache memory through times fog seeping under sills fills a world bridging the Gate's ancient groan of Bela birth and Brownie grave. Miles of blue worlds misty soft tears meet a heart overflowing in a warm caress for yesterday....

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Categories: frisco, history, nostalgia, places,
Form: Free verse

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