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Bay Area Nigh December
A tryst on a San Francisco trolley
that exhibits penchant amidst a glance,
for 'tis wintry time launch all, too jolly
save two turtledoves, culled cooed romance
left in steep devotion, neglects folly.
Atone solemn occasions ere chapel
doors left open, soul worshippers pass stained
glass multicolored figurines, dapple
its windows amidst Christmasy lights, trained
eyes in wonder, gulp an adam's apple.
Snowflakes patterned distinctly, blankets bare
grounds painstakingly, changing verdant green
to an achromatic dressed whitewash wear,
rotating perspective picturesque scene
consistent seasons shift that we now fare.
The Golden Gate bridge, waning its glit of
citrus rising, squirting into blind eyes
forced to shades, now visibly shone 'twas love
delicate trace of your countenance guise
as it chalks a blackboard wrote from above.
2020 November 14
*8th Place*
Quintain-Sicilian
~~Emile Pinet
I can be on a plane headed across the,
Ocean and the only thing I my mind is home.
Home where every morning I am greeted,
By Valley of the Sun and the,
Mountains who surround me.
I dream of the friends who warm my,
Heart and made my life great.
I miss Arizona.
I miss the red rocks of Sedona,
The massive Grand Canyon,
The snow bowl and the San Francisco Peaks.
I love going back to the past of Tombstone.
I walk down the street as I see the Earp's,
At the gunfight at the OK corral.
I turn around and I see Black Bart,
Go thru the window at Big Nose Kat saloon.
I look up towards the sun I see Boot hill,
Final destination of any cowboy,
At the end of the barrel.
I know of our independence, the civil,
Rights but I finally see the tainted history,
Of Arizona and Native Americans.
Where Native Americans were forced to,
Stand their ground for their family,
Their land, their heritage and their food.
This is only because one people broke,
Their trust and the treaty.
Yet not all is forgiven.
Will it be forgiven?
Maybe, just not today.
But Native Americans give back to,
Arizona every year lending the olive branch.
Arizona is history some good some bad,
But one thing I know is Arizona is home.
Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.
I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever, till we conjoin in eternity .
Your wisdom, laughter, love so sorely missed.
But a wife never forgets the magic of your kiss.
Nor the great Bohemian days when we married.
When death comes,to you, I shall run and not tarry!
All my love,
Panagiota
8/14/2022
~1~
We never knew that death was so close.
And when our grand daughter was dying,
Before her passing we began to pray.
Something erupted deep inside of me.
I yelled loudly; I pleaded to God;
I said, " Lord, please don't let her die!
Can you do this for me?"
I cried like a newborn baby.
God heard me but he said, "No".
When my oldest sister died
I felt my breath being taken away
And it seemed reality disappeared
When my daughter's husband abused her
A force of anger exploded in my soul,
Igniting desires to do him bodily harm.
Only God held me back from attacking him.
When I lost a job in San Francisco
I was at a loss and did not know what to do,
Where to go, or who to call as eruptions of
Fear boiled up inside of me. But for the grace
Of God and his guiding light, a continual flow
Of emotional lava would have overwhelmed me.
When my grandmother passed away
My dream of introducing her to my
First born also died.
Many are the eruptions of life,
Causing disruptions in our lives.
But we must remember that God's
Grace is abundant, preventing
total destruction to our lives.
August 25th, 2019 playing round of bouncy bouncy broke bed
Just before stroke o' midnight
slated date above zee wife,
i.e. the missus, aboot
same width and height
(quite an oompa loompa),
she presented quite
oh...somewhat garrulous,
hilarious, illustrious...sight,
what with her
swelled up Betelgeuse orange
flesh somewhat sunkist bright
strove to bounce this light
resting, loafing, humming
like mister kite,
who always takes nap before sleep
got unstrung with minor fright
when both of us suddenly heard "thud,"
and driver side regarding single bunk
slumped noticeably lower, which excite
meant elicited presenting reedsy challenge,
and strategizing avoid rolling on floor,
a humorous lock horned dilemma plight,
she analogous to human meteorite
precariously propped, positioned, perched
courtesy eldest daughter,
who gave ample pillows fortnight
prior to relocating to San Francisco,
California, a stellar future
"star student" sought to ignite
where struggling dirt poor
mama and papa squeezed, pinched
jinxed financially tight
scrambling to remain homeless
which dire circumstance... right,
would immediately curtail
ample leisure time to write.
Out of necessity, we could live
in 2009 Hyundai Sonata until cold
temperatures idle forced us to hold
each other, this despite
my tendency to twitch, a told
foregone conclusion spelling misery
especially if the snoring mold
did doughy wife additionally
prone to scold
and get snappy if unable to affix
CPAP contraption told
to attach to face when lying down
to alleviate sleep Apnea
a common malady bold
forthright primary care physician
stated excess weight major
contributing factor never foretold
back in the day when spouse
light as feather, and yet
contradictory cuz each fold
of adipose tissue
increases her cost when
measured against gold.
I once walked with you on Lombard Steet.
Little Maria~with the the western golden sun
Highting your long, shiny brunette hair.
Your tiny patent, Mary Janes, blessing the San
Francisco Streets.
It is all now just a foglifter's dream.
Dreams past and gone too fast!
Now you pat my head and hold my hand.
Assuring me my hip will definitely heal.
And with me ~ you will always stand.
Me, wishing, we were on Lombard Street.
Climbing the hills, on Cable Cars laughing.
But time has its way with us.
Never knowing what's coming our way,
A new day, a new surprise!
What a daughter, a hundred percenter dream
of a woman!
You must know by now, Maria, that you are..
My rainbow, twinkling, heavenly star!
Twinkle, twinkle, my little Maria.
God be with you, wherever you are....
June 14, 2020
10:00 pm PST
Poem # 1, 242
They examined all the science that they possibly could
and gathered the smartest people the world had to offer.
They checked the calculus and geometrics of every single angle.
They reached deep into history and projected far into the future.
They left no doubt that everything was socially and politically correct.
Their educational due-diligence and pedagogy were absolutely spotless.
Utilizing the best grammar, there were no loopholes in any of their documents.
A new age had come, old techniques were extinct, and a treasure was vanishing.
The world of www had arrived, Mr. Dot Com was in charge, and AI was at the door. I felt intensely sadden when I saw their reckless regard for common sense. And I fainted when I discovered that their common sense had taken flight and
was rapidly disappearing like a San Francisco fog on a very sunny day.
022521FBPSCtest, "Vanishing" , Carolyn Devonshire; 3P
*VIDEO of San Francisco by Scott McKenzie, Cheers to Tony Bennett.
City of Hearts and Home by the Bay
Day star's mist yields to its grip of a bridge,
Span steel strands, harp-like, golden tags a smidge,
Light drapes the streetcars, up and down the hills,
Chimes, mass speeches, music, and painted stills,
Juggling pantomimes, street fair atmosphere,
Haight and Ashbury crossing yesteryear,
Fisherman's Wharf nearby Pier 39,
Seafood platters and fine dining with wine,
Downtown Union Square, lunching alfresco,
Market Street, Tiffany's, a Broadway show,
San Franciscans, whenever we're in Rome,
Ideal for some, but we call this home.
2022 December 31
*2nd Place*
Take Me There
~~Margarita Lillico: Judged 2023 January 21
*RZ & HMS.
A LEAF WITH A WINDOW TO THE PAST
After lunch, I took a leisurely walk.
I came across a giant leaf, that
whispered, as only a leaf can do,
" Pick me up gently and take me
home with you!"
I did precisly as he requested, such
an autumnal treat, he was, so very
soft and colorful!
But then when in my kitchen, he
made a request,quite mournful.
"Get your scissors, and cut a heart-shaped
hole in the center of me."
I did as he requested, but was more than
sorrowful.
I washed him off with some gentle
soap from Crete.
He thanked me efficaciously and said he
had in mind for me, a special treat.
He ordered that we go on the deck, place
him on the wood and to hold my breath.
"Look in the heart,"I heard him say.
And you will see your love dancing in
San Francisco also known as 'Baghdad by the Bay."
"He will dancing in his Foustenella
and Greek costume complete.
When you first saw him performing
on Eddy Street!"
The leaf was not lying! I watched
my love jump and twirl!
As young as the day, I first saw him.
My heart was all a whirl.
The wonderful part for which I was
not ready!
Is that the street I met him on, as
well, as his grandson, are both
named EDDY!
The wind then blew and took my
leaf-friend with it.
I was so glad I befriended this leaf.
He reminded me that though we
get older, we need not let time of
our memories be a thief.
November 1, 2019
Entered in Chantelle Anne Cook's Contest. ."Anything You Want"
I have a great appreciation for the song,
"I left my heart in San Francisco"*, and I have
a great understanding of why one would leave
his/her heart in such a beautiful and most
enchanting city.
Ocean Beach, Golden Gate Park,
and the Golden Gate Bridge. Hilly streets,
trolley cars, and Twin Peaks looking down on
Market Street. The list goes on. What's not to like?
But in spite of so much to like, after an 8-year stay,
I departed the city by the bay but did not leave my heart
there. In fact, it could ok inbetter be said that I FOUND MY HEART
in San Francisco. In the Sunset, the Western Addition, and
the Mission Districts, I FOUND MY HEART. In Japan Town, Faith Asbury,
China Town, the financial district, and the Tenderloin,
I FOUND MY HEART. At a funeral home through the words
of a 10-year-old boy, I FOUND MY HEART.
Moreover, while pastoring a small church on Post Street and Baker,
I encountered a homeless and hungry man who became, in my opinion, the greatest key to finding my heart. I was young,
ambitious, and most determined to change the world. I was laden with a deeply rooted arrogance that I never realized existed to such
a degree.
Day after day, Reuben came to the doors of the parsonage
requesting food and taking my attention away from what I thought was my mission. Looking back, before I met Reuben, I AM ASHAMED OF THE HEART I BROUGHT TO SAN FRANCISCO, but it was he who
enabled me to FIND MY HEART in San Francisco. I tell you, it was there
that God began to form a heart within me more like His own.