Monterey Poems - Poems about Monterey

At an open poetry reading in Monterey, another poet got on stage and said he had nothing to say. And that made the audience go ballistic, and some got so pissed, they even got pugilistic ~ till the authorities came ~ and took all our poetry away....

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The Midnight Fog of Monterey Bay David J Walker Yes, wet, and fertile The air was like consuming sex Forgetting to breath Forgetting any need Forgetting the flavors of dry Or what I remembered of the The perfect hue of any other Night sky Monterey Bay was my first Dance partner And I was its awkward first time Teenager who would Fall in love...

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Written May 4, 2020 I can feel the sun beat down O’er the sailors as they say That we should have gone a different way A compass if I may Storms a brewin’ anyways The horizon slowly fades Silence grows as we slowly slip away With an ocean between us I never loved you more than Monterey...

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Gloomy's the yard covered with fallen leaves Winter's coldness comes with winds wet with rains Lonely souls dread most the lengthy cold nights A quick-paced life about thin frosts complains A cocoon imprisons the silkworm tight Burnt out candles waste their flickering light The empty house is a daily sad thing Only the beauty's worshiped in painting...

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Clouds cap mountains Making them like models My eyes see toys Green paint and fuzz Card-stock and brush strokes But its real And it makes me think that nothing could ever really be bad....

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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 of the empty seat near me. A pretty woman with dark brown eyes, curvy body and summer dress sat with me....

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Even before she left she was not here Her blue eyes focused somewhere far away I try to smile as I hold back the tear While I walk the dark streets of Monterey She said she loved me in the warmth of Spring I did not think about the coming cold Looking forward to what Summer would bring Never worrying...

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Tight clutched meat pocket White melted cream held within Hot meal tongue’s delight By Robb A. Kopp...

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