Long Gondolas Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I had rounded a curve on
    my motorcycle,...

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Venice, Italy, is a crazy shamozzle of new and old 
Where junk, graffiti, decay, stunning beauty, 
     history and culture poverty and opulence, all reside side by side, bobbing. 
Water dominates...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within...

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Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry...

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Wish to wake up surrounded by the snow-capped Alps
Sipping tea in the quiet, quaint villages of Switzerland
Watching the glittering ripples of sapphire blue lakes
Staying in picturesque lakeside hamlets
Overlooking emerald valleys and majestic mountain peaks

Wish to...

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    'in the blink of an eye"



the camera lense inside my eye decided to take flight
upon an adventurous love affair intending to ignite
while in the midst of viewing landscapes beautiful symmetry
capturing on...

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A city made from nothing,
on a lagoon with shallow waters
to keep the invaders away ;
still today those bell chimes ring out
to remind everyone of her victory
at Lapanto...when the ships
brought back the banners
of the defeated enemy!

Venice's...

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An individual of incredible talent
played his violin with a joy so opulent;
he achieved greatness on his own
and his gladness was proudly shown!

The maple violin was given to him as a gift from an early age,
he...

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Skiing Is… 

Skiing is…
Alpine thrill ride on four inch boards
Boggy in the bumps – a schuss to the lodge
Carving a turn leaving icy rooster tails in the air
Drag lift to ride on thick moving ropes

Skiing...

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I'd love to tell you about the beauty of Venice
But I appear to only exclaim it in squeals 
There's 5 of us here, all talkers for a living 
Unable to utter a sentence that sums...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Venice
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: December/2012

Venice.....
of America -

"Coney Island
Of The Pacific,"

Hidden away
on the far
west side 
of L.A. -

Where 
the ocean
surrounds
your every
move -

It's 
"Paradise
By The Sea,"-

And there is 
no place
I'd rather be -

I thank God
for
Abbott Kinney,

The father
of Venice,
for...

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Moonlight was the only light to make streaks across
a sky full of suspense which even a thief was afraid of;
and as I dragged you along lamp-lit, narrows streets,
we seemed two ghosts wearing human masks...
but what...

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Gondoliers navigate these old canals
that saw much joy 
and cherished glory;
go and tell about your trades
and mischievous love-affairs,
when voluptuous women
enticed your many travels
and drove you into flaming passions... 
 
Lambent lagoon,
impeccably domineering,
but impoverished by a...

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As we hop on the magic carpet
                         Off we go to...

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Dense darkness
under the tree
a deluge of your
smile where
appetite seated
in white flowers
Fragrance
reaches out
even here

my face and eyes
mesmerized
look in the mirror
my hands restive
in pursuit for
full moons well-set
on the smooth bed
with just the curves
in front of my eyes
enough...

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Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake  
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;   
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.

Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth...

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We moved into a nice, new place
Our bosom bear much joy so dear
A dream our hearts tell tales embrace
In name so far, and yet just near

They call the village bearable
Perhaps to make it memorable
For in...

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No gondolas are gliding under bridges, 
it's a lagoon without classic songs;
pigeons are huddled and do not coo, 
they're frightened by the murky blue!  

Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan songs,
tourists sing along with him...

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Sun-kissed stones, where shadows play,
Whisper secrets of a bygone day.
Grand Canal, in sapphire dressed,
Reflects the love within ones heart.

Gondolas glide, like whispered sighs,
Through water streets, beneath soft skies.
Bells peal songs, from ages old,
As stories in...

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October is a full box of thirty-six crayolas
Oranges, reds, gold…like sparkling colas,
Refreshing the soul like vibrant violas
Taking us higher in colorful gondolas,
All the true colors of summer gladiolas.

Rustle of the browns much like brawn
Damp with...

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With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
Some blackcurrant ice cream,
From gondolas to Venice,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you, Emily,
I desire everything,
From Connecticut,
Of fine musical,
Without you, Emily,
I don’t want anything,

With you, Emily,
I love everything,
To jump in a...

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So Much to See
By Franklin Price
12/11/2016

Elephants in Africa
The mountains of Nepal
The Kangaroos down under 
I want to see it all

The moors of northern England
Castles from the past
A musical on Broadway
Old iron sides and its mast

Gondolas...

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On a lovely clear day at a county fair, 
the balloons were all ready to take to the air. 
We watched as the burner flames flickered up high, 
then passengers boarded and waved us goodbye....

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The fluffy snow melts slowly,
its whiteness is stunning... 
and turning into torrents of rain,
it sets grief on people's faces!

Passing sails are a delight to see,
but the anchored gondolas grieve,
they miss lovers who sang arias;
can sunset...

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