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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.
"Golden Tapestry"
One day, that San Francisco way
My, oh my, like a rushing waterfall
This hopeless heart did fall.
Tinkling chimes, clinking glasses, music from the East,
Like rushing romantic stanzas swept me off my dreamtime feet.
Some are impressed by great authors or thinkers.
Me...one minute glimpse of your eyes, mesmerizing, godlike winkers!
Will I ever be able to go just one day without thee?
You, the creator of our lives golden tapestry!
Nay, we live in a fragrant field of fairy dreams.
You, forever, my king divine, in our eternal, castle of rainbow schemes.
Play on, instruments of limitless love and light.
An honor to be so bound by love's delight.
Forever your~ Panagiota
April 18. 2020
2pm PST
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
Walking on a windy day ,in San Francisco,
I suddenly felt a hanger around my feet.
I looked down and no kidding, there were
my red underpants lying about my ankles
on busy Polk Street!
What does a lady do in such quirky situation?
My face turned beet red as the underpants in
Great social consternation.
The street shoppers, well, some stared at me.
I just wished I were high in an Oak tree!
Improv training, jumped right to the fore.
I picked them up and put them on with total
grace and galore!
Luckily, I did have pantyhose on.
My very short skirt and bottom warmed by the
West Coast sun!
11-17-2020
The following scenario occurred via the guest sharing with me
when I was managing the front desk at a hotel in San Francisco,
fronting Union Square. I found his morals promising and conform
to a highly acceptable standard of right and wrong. The ambiance
at the time was understandably festive, and he occasioned me the
day after bearing a pleasant decency. A pricey hotel and a priceless
moment in my lifetime.
~*~ ~*~
A man deplanes
Key Biscayne's flight
take pains planning.
City center
car renter or
enter BART train.
~*~ ~*~
Opts for mincab
as confab airs
quick grab sightsee.
San Francisco
cross the Golden
Gate overwhelm.
~*~ ~*~
Mark Hopkins suite
exec beat and
retreat a bit.
Up and at 'um
took humdrum hence
therefrom outside
~*~ ~*~
Two souls passing,
eyes lashing while
dashing connects.
Man out in town,
Lauren brown suit
and down-brim cap.
~*~ ~*~
Her nuanced face,
garbed black lace that
draped mace hides well.
The schemed conversed,
his bad nursed, hers
rehearsed ensue.
~*~ ~*~
He treats a fine
place to wine and
to dine, ere show!
Ceremony
Christmas Tree Lights
City main square.
~*~ ~*~
Union Square drinks,
glasses clinks, the
man sinks, blacks out.
Wakes--finds--back--the
Photo...huh?...reads,
I'm...wha?...Steve!--(SMILES).
~*~ ~*~
The Beauty of a Dream Come True
Lucky to not live in a city,
Recalling those red walls of brick.
Sirens wailing, screams aplenty.
Oh, I wanted out of it.
Crowded buses, freezing weather,
Dirty streets, horns blaring.
My soul cried, no more of this!
Summers sitting in pools of sweat.
It was either unhappy surrender
Or, dream, big impossible dreams.
That would give me my freedom.
I prayed, "Lord, get me out of this!"
Why do people crush your dreams?
The more negative they became,
I must thank each one and all,
For really igniting my insatiable flame!
To move to the City of my Dreams.
To live and work in San Francisco
I do not lie at alll, I tell you,
I was as joyful as a queen.
I had no idea what was in store.
Yet, it became so beautiful,
Far beyond any expectation.
In that city,I found my soul's destination!
Whatever your dream is, pursue it!
You can reach that star, keep it real.
It's the twinkling stardust in your hand.
The world is at your very command!
July 1,2020
6pm PST
It was during the early 80s when I struck gold in California.
I saw 'fool's gold' on the banks of The American River,
but my first citing of genuine California gold, the kind that
is forever treasured and never spent, was discovered on
the streets of San Francisco.
It took a while before I recognized it as gold. A closer look
and more frequent encounters were required before I saw
the gold because it was enameled with much dirt and Drin.
His name was Reuben, a harmless, homeless, and hungry man.
My next 'find' of pure gold was a 'real mother lode'
in the person of a beautiful lady named Estelle.
Estelle was the shield that God provided as
we sought shelter from one of life's storms.
Just thinking about her draws tears of love.
And then, there were the saintly trio.
Ron, Ester, and her sister Peggy. This
trio was my fuel in flight; my inspiration.
These five human 'pearls of great price'
were among the choicest, rarest,
and most precious of souls.
Real California gold.
The most beautiful days in my life,
Living in San Francisco near that
Bridge, the Golden Gate!
Days of well behaved children in
classes that had no strife.
God had surely blessed me, to have
such a divine fate.
Each morning, I took a cable car to
school.
With that divine ride, came the great
scent of the Pacific Ocean!
I was impressed by my classes’ respect
for the Golden rule.
So glad to have left Chicago, which was indeed
my land of Goshen!
It was a grand blessing, to be respected as
a teacher!
We had recess on the spacious, sun blessed, large,
safe roof.
In Chicago, kids fought and I had to
be both warden, add....a preacher!
Sunny San Francisco,we could see three cities,
I felt happy as a puppy and wanted
to bark, woof-woof!
I wanted to thank God, today for each
day.... I went to work.
And this is just one of thousands of
blessings in my life.
San Francisco, in that same place,
I became, one day, a beautiful wife!
Thank you, dear San Francisco!
Always, my heaven on this earth!
4/26/2022
Good morning, O whispering wind.
I hear the sound of your awesome voice,
but I do not understand a word you're saying.
If I Had a recorder, I would document
the sound of your captivating presence.
I would study your arresting melody
and seek to interpret your language.
I have known you in several different ways.
In my retirement years in Central Mississippi,
you are whispering soothingly in unmistakable tones.
In my youthful early years 50 years ago,
across the Great Lakes in Southern Wisconsin
and in the Windy City, you blew me, often with
hostility as I walked along the sidewalks.
For 8 years in San Francisco, in the early mornings,
your Pacific winds blasted me ever so liberally.
In Sacramento, for 35 years, your Delta Breezes
cooled me down from a long and hot summer day.
9:15AM022213PS
A Salute to Good Children in Classroms
Ususally, they are quiet and unassuming.
They contribute by their glowing humility!
And verily, are lessons for us all.
On how to be!
They don't act out as class clowns.
And~ have no need to be big bullies.
Here they come to your class.
Well kept, loving and most unassuming.
When the class goes berserk,
They ask, "Is there anything I can do?"
These are the children, who will clean
Your erasers and boards for you.
But sadly, we don't hear about them
On the breaking news media!
Only gang-bangers, killers and sex abusers.
These all get fourth estate attention.
Thus we, in our ignorance, believe the world
is falling apart!
When in reality, nations are filled with many
children of very good hearts!
Dedicated to my grandson..I love you.
Panagiota is a retired teacher from both the
Chicago Public Schools and the San Francisco
Unified School District.
Her paper, "The Classroom of the Now" was
used in Tinley Park Mental Health Center for an
Adolescents at Risk Program.
July 24, 2019
3pm PST