Havana Poems - Poems about Havana

... Will they will blame the President's mental disability on Havana Syndrome?......Read the rest...

... Last year they told us nothing to see here, no unknown enemies there or elsewhere with secret weapons tuned up and targeted to screw-up minds. Now they say it'......Read the rest...

... It's not a secret sonic weapon deployed by a hostile geopolitical power, it's not a mass psychogenic illness. Its something much more mundane, says the electrical and computer ......Read the rest...

...Man and his dog He awoke under the bed and sneezed as it was dusty it had been my birthday, drinking champagne eating Danish pastry and smoking Havana cigars walked into the kitchen, opened the......Read the rest...

...Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knott......Read the rest...

...Der Spiegel In Kashgar, where the Silk Road begins I bought an apricot and saw a young Fidel Castro on a bike The woman who sold the fruit wore a red shawl over her shiny black hair knott......Read the rest...

...Man and his dog He awoke under the bed it had been his birthday drinking champagne, eating Danish pastry, and smoking Havana cigars He walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge took out a beer......Read the rest...

...Let me be Frank. I pulled up to the Stork Club in a bright Red Coupe Deville. I must admit I felt a bit of pride as I tossed the bell hop the keys. I said "Keep it close Kid!". As he sat behind th......Read the rest...

...We sang along to the lyrics that he wrote Dancing and swaying to the music he composed They’re all great in there own way Let’s go back in time to that day Where were you when you heard you......Read the rest...

...There once was a dancer from Havana who while dancing came on a banana. But without it’s skin it sent her into a spin and ended the career of Evana.......Read the rest...

...It’s Friday night and a group of us, the ‘university summer fellows’ (Quinn, Jammie, Monique, Lisa and I) are going groovin’. Quinn, a Harvard man (we’ve shed our jaundiced opinions of him), assured ......Read the rest...

...There is only one time when I’ll need you; Like Ice cream doesn’t need a banana. So, until I do, or the ice cream does, I will be on this side of Havana.......Read the rest...

...It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the regular......Read the rest...

...Brahms pushes a piano into my ear. I hear the stool creak as he sits. He does not introduce the music, he expects me to remember it, know it, eat it. He lights up a Havana, clarinet and violi......Read the rest...

...To tango with a mango; now that would be sublime; much sweeter than the bitterness of lime. With a sticky passion fruit I did try to make it merry; and, once, the innocence of unpicked cherry......Read the rest...