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Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man
When he walks down the beach
And get chilled from the sand.
On misty mornings can't but walk from my home
When I think of summer days
In the sun and the foam where the
Black’s Beach girls makes you thankful for life,
But more thankful for you mind
When you remember that night.
You saw her floating by the moon through the haze
As she was
Walking down the beach,
And you want her in your reach child,
Beach Child, Beach Child….
The California coastline is a world all its own
From La Jolla up to Stinson
From Big Sur to Mendocino but
Golden sunsets and gulls against the sky
Can never match the feeling
That Black’s Beach will give a guy.
Those magic summers in the sand possess my mind
As I look out my window
And the clouds are blowing by.
I close my eyes to see you once again
And now you're
Walking down the beach,
And when I get you in my reach child
Beach Child, Beach Child....
Now the days are getting shorter and I can't say where I’ll roam
But I know what I am after
And I guess I’ll be a loner till that
Flaming sky lights the waves along my path
And I hear above the roar
A mellow song out of the past. It makes me
Stop and look back at my trail along the sea,
I squint into the glare
And someone's calling after me.
Can’t see her face but I know it won't be long
‘Cuz she's
Walking down the beach,
And I've got her in my reach child
Beach Child, Beach Child ….....
Author’s note: Inspired by Brian Wilson
This is the first song I ever wrote (about clothing optional beaches or otherwise in 1978)
San Woo Where Did You Go
It looks like you packed up your bags
and skipped town
why
it doesn't make sense
my little tulip
you're following the same path as aqua marine
to clarify
both of you ...
or is it both of you puppets
would lavish me with genuine comments ...
I thought ...
you would boost my spirits
adding sugar to my day
... and now
and now poof ...
you are gone
it doesn't make sense
there's no rhyme or reason
I'm devastated
you two were the only two friends
I had here
it was just a few weeks you were laughing
laughing at my poems ...
I thought it was genuine
and now you're gone
I don't know what to think anymore
maybe it was all a facade
It's weird
I'm in a bubble
a big bubble of mice and men, here
is one of you nurses going to bring my psyche meds?
help, help
please
let me see past this aberration
is somebody out to hurt me?
wheres the good light
getting back to woo
one of her contest that i entered
double trouble, as i look back at it now
i didn't smell one blade of grass in the placing
and that comes on the heels of receiving at least 7 sevens
from readers comments
i thought that was weird, too
or was that another stab in my back to hurt me
my dear little tulip?
like what i said i dont know what to think anymore
esp. receiving any of the readers comments to my poems ..
in the future
i can think of it as being one of her puppets
playing with me ... like austin, her cat, does to a piece of shrimp
one step she be
probir probably be next to exit stage
i can see that playing out
i cans see all her barbies in a frenzy, laughing, as i write
nice picture
cry and bare the black bear, i guess.
connie pachecho
1/27/17
A Story from My Heart
Kelly was a Red Tabby and a contemplative soul!Elena, my daughter used to put him in her doll buggy and walk him around the house. How he loved those rides!
History. I found Kelly near Chinatown in San Francisco, on a busy street in a teeny garden bed. Noisy cable cars, passing by!
I picked him up and went to apartments, nearby. Nobody was the owner! So I hailed a cab and took him home.
Back then, nobody fretted over cat diseases or wondered, if a cat was neutered
I just brought him home to my Calico, Luvey!
My cats had to be calicos or red tabbies only. My present feine is Irene, also a Calico. Our feral outdoors cat is a Calico.
Luvey accepted Kelly instantaneously, like a part of the family.
They were like sister and brother. We took him to the vet, had him fixed. He died from Kidney disease, he had to be put down.I laid on the floor in the vet lobby and had a tantrum, like a kid! I was so attached to that guy. He was in
misery the last few weeks of his loving life.
The Calico, Luvey, outlived him. Sle got to age 25! That one fell out of a three story window..I found her in the morning. She was limping, that’s all. I
told my fiancé, I wanted her checked out. So, took her in,
The vet showed me..ugh...she cracked her palate, which required surgery, and after that, they could not wake her! I said, “I will come down and wake her!!l”
She was lying, almost dead in the bottom of the cage.
I opened the door and said my magic words ” Mommy is here!” She woke up
She lived to be twenty-five years old! Luvey had a heart attack while being examined for a bad cold. I sat in a room, and talked to that dead cat and sang to her for 45 minutes. Those were precious moments.
May she Rest In Peace! Luvey was a tiny cat. And my first. A boyfriend brought her to me. I said, “I don’t want a cat!!.
Hal said, “give her a try for one night!!
That transformed into 25 awesome years...
Addenda~ A Shining Memory
One Christmas, I walled Kelly down the long hall in our
apartment building...His leash was thick, forest green tinsel!
A most loving companion, beloved by all my neignors.
I still miss him, though decades have flown away!
5/10/2022
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Great Author: W.B. YEATS
2025.3.2
Forty six weeks ago,
BB and I came to SR, Victoria.
I remembered, it was just like today,
The weather was miserable.
The dark clouds, the cold winds, and the low tides,
The drizzle rain touched down
The surface of the sea water,
Formed lot of dimple wells before
Dispersing one after another.
The black swans pedalled in a group of five.
Slowly and steady they floated in a straight line.
After a while they all disappeared out of my sight.
Amazingly, I visited this place more than six times,
With different people and even on my own.
Somehow, I always missed the Pelicans' feeding show.
I think, I must be waiting for the right companion,
Who would share with me the same passion,
Enjoy travelling and interacting with animals' activities.
Never mind, I was more than happy,
To have the time and health,
To enjoy the trip today.
At 16:36:06, the sun rised high in the sky.
The white clouds divided and moved separatedly,
Let the blue sky slowly peeped through the clear open space.
I have been sitting under the bridge,
Watched the gentle waves
Washing up closer to my feet.
The sun rised higher so as the tides.
Eventually, beautiful bright sun rays,
Spreaded across the SR bay,
The harbour and the entire bridge,
Across the towns PI and SR.
I was sitting at the opposite bus stop shelter,
Where he and I used to sit,
Waiting for the public transport,
To travel back to Southern Cross.
Although, forty six weeks had passed,
Everything almost remained the same,
Except the friendship had ended.
In years to come, the natural scenery,
The serenity towns and the weather,
Would be more or less as they were,
But we would never see each other.
That was it. Could not have it,
Could not have without it neither.
Sickening sweet smell of marijuana
A young guy with a super grin playing bongos
I had never seen that in real life, just on Dobie Gillis.
Come on up! My free-minded cousin said.
There were beds, but they were occupied.
I did not know people sleep during the day.
Being from the Midwest, this was all new
Are these your roommates? I asked her.
Just people, she told me.
I changed into my swimming suit,
Because I was in San Francisco,
And I thought there would be a beach
Someone started a sing-along in the living room.
I was intrigued; this was freedom I had never seen.
We’ll swim tomorrow, my cousin promised.
We never got to the beach
But I saw S Street
And I met real hippies
I found out my zodiac sign
And I learned I have gold in my eyes.
Someone called me an old soul.
It was 1968 I was sixteen.
And it was enough.
If You Come to San Miguel
by Michael R. Burch
If you come to San Miguel
before the orchids fall,
we might stroll through lengthening shadows
those deserted streets
where love first bloomed ...
You might buy the same cheap musk
from that mud-spattered stall
where with furtive eyes the vendor
watched his fragrant wares
perfume your breasts ...
Where lean men mend tattered nets,
disgruntled sea gulls chide;
we might find that cafetucho
where through grimy panes
sunset implodes ...
Where tall cranes spin canvassed loads,
the strange anhingas glide.
Green brine laps splintered moorings,
rusted iron chains grind,
weighed and anchored in the past,
held fast by luminescent tides ...
Should you come to San Miguel?
Let love decide.
Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Life & Times and Muddy River Poetry Review
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.
If I only had one wish be granted me tonight,
To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight.
To be able to walk in high heeled shoes,
Not in Skechers, no, they give me the blues.
Nikes and running shoes were indeed my fate.
Dawn runs, next to the esteemed Golden Gate.
Dancing till dawn at Club Montmartre,
My life akin, to an expensive piece of art.
The clang of the cable cars rings in my ears.
Memories of those days, fill me with tears.
I can actually breathe life back into my regal past.
Ride a ferry boat, hoist high my heart’s mast!
Have you ever seen a metropolis glow at night?
Walking with your love in a hazed, foggy night?
That treasured city cast her spell on the poetess, that was to be.
San Francisco, I, no doubt will pen about you and love you, eternally!
3/8/2023
“Springtime”
The dark days of winter have passed
The snow gone at last.
The cold, a memory forborne.
As the Earth awakens
Will the meadows turn green?
Will the bluebirds sing?
Will the mission bells ring?
Will the cherry trees bloom?
Will mankind repent,
Make way for new dreams?
Will she return to me?
How I long to see
The dark winter of war
Be gone.
The cherry blossoms
Dress the DC mall.
The swallows return to
San Juan Capistrano.
How I long to see
The newness of it all,
The birth of a lamb,
The budding of trees,
The greening of grass.
It is time to seed the earth,
To shake a neighbor’s hand,
To repair the hearts and land.
Let it rain spring
Across this land and
In its many hearts.
The Meadows are greening.
The Bluebirds are singing.
The Mission bells are ringing.
The Cherry trees are blooming.
It is indeed a time to celebrate.
It is indeed a time to reflect and repair.
She returns to me
She will return indeed
To the many in need. 3/23/2022