Long Monte carlo Poems

One angel placed upon the Spruce Christmas tree, 
“she is only a heart stop away”… that innocent girl Joycie. 
Dear lady Joyce started writing at the age of eighty, 
and so many wars and the...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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In upstate N.Y., off lake Ontario.
Haunting my dreams, this memory.
Here's the scenario

A cold mild breeze blows
on this Saturday in mid October.
Nine friends decide on the town carnival
Drunk, high, far from sober.
Every town had a carnival
in...

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If Youse Guys

If youse guys knock on my door,
I ain’t gonna answer it, no freaking way, man!
Youse could be Perry Smith and Dick Hickock standing there,
Holding a flashlight, a fishing knife, and a shotgun, 
Thinking...

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Was it, Trieste?

An odd place half dour Russian and half lively Italian
I sat in café drinking beer and waiting for a tall American woman
she smoked cigarettes, which back then was a novelty
for a lady to...

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Where did she go

I knew of her, had seen her in adverts wearing short hair
being, sort of dubious sex, let them guess and smoking
a cigarette with the fragrance of the oriental express, yet 
here she...

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If we share body and soul, then sleep in my t-shirt fa sho
Hold that, pose that, in the sack take a picture for show
They don’t make em like us, we like a Monte Carlo wit...

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I could choose Paris with its pretty lights dying out by splendid dawn,
even Monte Carlo has an exciting lifestyle that celebrities adore; 
and with lots of money to squander on food and champagne,
romance will be...

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Livorno

The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets
At the railway station, I met a small woman with a...

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Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo 
Simple little things in life catching one's breath 

Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach 
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an...

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Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo 
Simple little things in life catching one's breath 

Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach 
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an...

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The lady doesn't dance anymore

I met a woman at an AA meeting, She had, when in the depth of her addiction, to money, slept with men, in one gather Since she came from the upper...

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My love,
We saw the last of each other, holding hands and dying.
Memories flashing ever so familiar, from past lives.

From a time together walking with Jesus in the Holy City,
From a time together watching Michelangelo carve...

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An eighteen year old sailor on the Riviera in the Spring
Mademoiselle Your smile can make my young heart sing
Cannes, Nice, Monte Carlo who could ask for more
I volunteered for the USO, so on duty days...

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When sultry ripples take a hold
Replacing naive dreams
And fantasy becomes so bold
Seductive in its schemes

It moves into her mundane life
And tempts her with such skill
That she would follow anywhere
Against her weakened will

On soaring moonbeams she...

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At age sixteen you can drive a new car
   Although you can't enter (most) taverns or bars 
At sixteen you can even drop out of school
   If that's who you really...

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Mild obscurity 

At the local supermarket, a woman not a day over seventy-five
asked me where she could find unsalted butter spoke 
with an American accent.
What do I know, perhaps, she was related to the Kennedys?...

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Dijon, Monte Negro, Santiago, Monte Carlo, palaces, kingdoms-n-castles, places 
I travel without planes, boats or passports, places where my mind go with 
whomever follows, Daesh’a we both said I do, it’s Déjà Vu, I saw...

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A used Monte Carlo was my first car.
It couldn’t be driven so very far.
Though it had been well used, 
It did not look abused.
Less a ride than a fine objet d art.

Seven miles to the...

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I remember it
just like it was yesterday,
sitting, listening.
Mr. Kern telling HIStory,
Jesus's story.
How He came
out of love
and He died
for me.

Somewhere along the way
I forgot that story.
It was like I never heard it.
I was lost. 
I punched...

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Yule and Monte Carlo 

While I sit and watch circus Monte Carlo
and get annoyed by the undignified use of wild animals,
perhaps except horses, they are beautiful and dumb and get oats to eat after 
the...

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