Long Frisco Poems

_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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                      How My Sister...

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2nd HALF - due to Poetry Soups file size limitation - 

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O young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Country this guy they detest,
And save armpit noises he talent had none,
He thought they were funny and thought they were fun.
He thought that...

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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...

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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...

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On the San Francisco waterfront the sun is going down 
Upon a well-heeled journeyman fresh in from out of town. 
The sky's been drained of color to a somber shade of gray
As a new day...

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laced with a goldensilver fleece,
lamented laboured listlessly luxurious 
	
augmented segmented and critically curious...

I'd save penchant face
for solving this human's race
only to relieve said diatribe
and give you my release...


A liquid aquarian
the 'good samaritan',
an ardorous cantamorous belafusal...

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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...

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AC/DC, the rockers from down under
Boston, with Tom Scholz on guitar, sweet thunder

Creedence Clearwater, singing Proud Mary
Deep Purple, from the 70's, rocking and hairy

Eagles, easy listening, bum hugging music
Foreigner, with their Englishman Mick

Gun, from Glasgow,...

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While i sit
In this Damp rotten cave
The cliffs to high
I tried
In vain
Low tide
Lets me see
Outside
For a time
Before breaking waves
Force me 
Inside
How many years
I've spent
In this darkness
This dampness
This rotten cave
No seaman
Should suffer
This torturest sentence
I know i...

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The Dodgers are in LA.
How are you boys doing today?
The Giants moved to Frisco.
Is that something you did not know?
There is many a familiar face.
I have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police...

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I've been thinking 'bout the badlands, and about the girls I left,
Just ponderin' over troubles I ain't made just yet.
Don't seem to be too much happenin' where I once been,
Guess I'll pack up tracks and...

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Running after Ruby, from Seattle to Los Angeles and back,
Following a trail of rumors and tears she left for me to track.
Running after Ruby, trying hard to put together every clue,
Finally I reached the wise...

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I am the son of Britain and Californian
     Reared of Europe and the American Revolution
Progeny of English countryside and Frisco Bay
     Yet despite all I have come...

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You know she missed her period and she missed graduation,
And she missed those wedding bells.
And her daddy’s shot-gun missed the boy next door—
Where he’s gone nobody can tell.
It’s a simple operation—her sister recommends it—
Her daddy’s...

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If I fell in love with you,
I would like to 
Make my dreams come true.
You could fulfil 
All yours too,
Just one look will do,
I'll lose my heart to you,
Like all the moonstruck do.
   ...

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Rode my bike to Frisco in the thick       Caught up with old friends in the park     Made love to my woman    ...

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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...

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Sir Albert the Egghead was in an arena
somewhere 'tween Frisco and Old Pasadena
Determined to joust with the best of the knights
who'd ever assembled near Frisco to fight

He rode in on a sleek thoroughbred, oh so...

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Once a private eye I fled for my life.                        
I hid in...

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They do not wear flowers in their hair
They’re not allowed to smoke out in the streets 
San-Fransisco, I am not prepared
Some gentle people aren’t the ones you meet
To be a one more begging refugee
To watch...

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End Of The Road
          (Why Did Wine And Music Thus Lose)

Wine and music soothed our joined souls
when ebb tides washed away.
We set fame and wealth as...

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From the Ferris wheel in Memphis to the sunset in Bombay --
From the sunrise in the Smokies to the rain on Frisco Bay --
These memories inside my heart are at my beck and call.
But, when...

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sea otters of the pacific coast

Sea otters 
Of the dark green seas 
In the kelp forests of fisco bay 
On cold pacific shores 
Sea otters come alive 
Frolic play with jested vigor 
Spontaneous games throughout...

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