I once knew a fellow from Pensacola
Who drank liters of fizzy Coca-Cola
He peed in the street
And on his bare feet
Now I think he is enrolled at Loyola.
written June 27, 2021
Categories:
pensacola, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Pensacola and Grenola
What we had presumed was Pensacola,
Did know was highly related to granola;
Apalachicola saw
With a crab craw,
And about their women said ooh la la.
Jim Horn
Jim Horn
Categories:
pensacola, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
There was a young man from Pensacola
Who chug-a-lug a bourbon high cola
Gave it try
Eyes did cry
Head swirled like he was on a Victrola.
A Victrola is a record player that used to spin those old platters, 66, 33 RPM. If you care, you can boot up a picture of one on your chosen website.
Categories:
pensacola, humor,
Form: Limerick
streaks of pale yellow
a hollow chuckle
what to do
what to say
tremolo hummingbird
sounds redundant
too many
too few
observing a picture painted
shards of green
porcelain fast cracking
into dust powder
underfoot altitude
compressed into silence
uncertain mystery
is safer than
what?
nothing is mysterious
judging the judgments
fearing the best case scenario
telling the same story
endless listening
hearing little
rocks in a foamy wave of noise
standing up and recognizing
puddles instead of oceans
placing pinholes into
blue black
frame fitted for discomfort
infinite identification
purple window
to grain mountain
hill crest
spattered with honey
crumpled newspaper
tumbling down
then up
then down
whistle the circus song
pretend
it will all be over soon
pensacola fl
5 dec 2015
Categories:
pensacola, angst, anxiety, humanity,
Form: Free verse
As we crossed the bridge over Mobile Bay
I had yet to realize that this was the day
Our hearts were as one or so it felt
But I was not certain of the card I’d been dealt
Our plan, our purpose, our reason for being so far south
Was changed in your mind, it came from your mouth
What was, was gone, no choice but to start again
Could I find it in me, still to be a good friend
The rage and the anger, the sorrow and the guilt
Our love was a home, a stronger foundation it had built
The feeling is similar here, echoes of the past ask how
Please love me for me, is what I am pleading now
Categories:
pensacola, angst, forgiveness, friendship, introspection,
Form: Rhyme