Long Monterey Poems

Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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My training at Starfleet was over, they were now deploying me
I was over the moon when they called; I was full of glee
I entered the transporter room where I'd dematerialize
And within seconds I was aboard,...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I see you more clearly.
My eyes search out the younger you,
that...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
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In Skagway town, eighteen ninety-eight
Lived a young man, Elliot McKay.
He worked with his father selling dry goods,
To the miners heading Klondike-way,
They made some good coin in a day.

Elliot he, like most younger men,
Had an eye...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
                            ...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
                         (Part 8)  ...

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i. 
what am i, what am i?
tea, tea, for that would i die -- 
cup after cup after cup of vanilla chai.
the romance of caffeine, 
the lull of forced time awake;
the feeling of falling in...

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It was a moment in time 
                  a fate of inspiration gifted 
     ...

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The prettiest gal in town




She wore her Summer dresses year around. She loved the Monterey weather and she always carry a smile to share with me.  She shared her kind words and she would...

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Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect

The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone

You see George the...

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I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always...

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Dear God

I’ve never written a letter to you before
So I hope this gets posted through heaven’s door
Monterey Sirak asks ‘what inspired you to write?’
In simple words, it was my husband’s cancer fight
It was a talent...

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remember to those whom think
Fur from the skin of a animal is a sin

to a degree this is true 
in a previous poem .I also have written "tigers living free "
So I let you know...

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Cold, hard,white, wet ice cubes clink into a glass 'pon a summer day

                      ...

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Our son asked can a friend stay over
He just moved here from dover
The friend says tonight's Friday, usually we have pig's innards
He says my name is Cleetus Billy Joe Jim Bob Jones, after he stutters...

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Looking for Hemingway


It is happy hour at the Monterey wharf, I was looking for Earnest Hemingway. I ordered two double shots of Irish whiskey. I put one in front of me and one in front...

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After the Sunday service, searching back to her
For a date. He will soon be walking back to her.

Bottle rockets popping over the Sacre Coeur.
She suddenly kissed him; he then leaning back to her.

Leave ending, the...

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Dear John,

A unique Epitaph you, yourself, penned so well

“Here lies one whose name was writ in water”

Though many have misunderstood your epitaph.
Which means “ Fame and indeed life is fleeting”
Surely your fame was fleeting during...

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Into the sunset, rides the gunfighter.
A man, who, for justice, will fight to the end.
Today’s battle, it had, left him undaunted,
but tonight’s battle is with an old friend.

His battle, this night, is with old Roger...

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Me: I’m sorry, I didn’t catch you name
Him:Yellow, but my friends call me Yell

Me: Say again? I’m somewhat hearing impaired 
Him: Yellow!! But my friends call me Yell!!

Me: There’s certainly no need to YELL at...

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There ain’t no two ways about it man, 
it just has to be because of you.

Before you came along we could do, 
about anything we wanted to.

Man, life was great, life was great, before, 
you...

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Freestyle to Quatrain
**Letter to a Poet**

Langston Hughes inspired me as a young man
with "Daybreak in Alabama".
A plea for racial equality,
his words meant so much to me
and still do!
most times funny and witty,
bringing out humor when...

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Cassius Crow

Cassius Crow was a big old bird
with shiny feathers, long and black.
his family members, near and dear
jawed at each other - clackity clack.

Cassius' flock nested in a wood
full of pine from old Monterey
and as...

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