San Poems - Poems about San

madrid in springtime i have never seen madrid in the springtime i have never seen madrid at all does the sun rise differently in madrid than in san francisco on those rare city days when there is no fog nor wind to chase the clouds away i have seen morning in san francisco where lovers stroll hand in hand down meandering paths parting with the...

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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...

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Feral pigs animal that ate San Antonio...

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In yonder sights tiptoe dainty desires upon the svelte shimmers of a sultry sunrise sway. In yonder reach a rousing rapture rages against repressions, the verve of an ardor tapping against time - and time - again. In yonder, lay the blend of skins tangled in delirium soothed over sighs. The yonder, sought, seeps through glances with thoughts to seduce - a trail that simmers....

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S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me! A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me. N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea! F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be! R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality. A~ As full, white clouds,...

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For a fun vacation, I suggest San Diego might be for you A city with lots of sunshine and warm temperatures and plenty to do Its proximity to the border gives you lots of Mexican food choices to try Endless beaches with boardwalks for strolling nearby The zoo provides you with a spectacular array of animals far and wide Balboa...

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They do not wear flowers in their hair They’re not allowed to smoke out in the streets San-Fransisco, I am not prepared Some gentle people aren’t the ones you meet To be a one more begging refugee To watch your ships with nothing left to lose Is not the fate I’d ever wish for me San-Fransisco, you’re a word that’s out...

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The townsfolk were jealous and calked her “ El Fuego.” As she was the notorious flirt of sprawling, San Diego Her shapely legs, put mens’ hearts in a total trance. The scent of perfume, ah~with her, they wanted to dance. Her eyes, like sensous lighthoueses ,forever were calling. Like a wise Them~ into her rapturous arms, they dreamt of falling. ...

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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...

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10/20/2023 Those tanned, shapely legs of mine, where have you gone? No longer have I the ability to run! Nor feel the glorious, salt water spray, from my beloved, San Francisco Bay! That kissed my sweating, dawn face. Those foggy morns, the busy hands of time have erased. Some other body now, in its place? This ghost of a runner,soulfully does state. Who took away my...

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On the 1st Day of Christmas my sister read to me ...

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You'll find a heart there Somewhere On a cable car seat Or placed on a stair In my careless despair You'd think I don't care Or my forgetfulness But au contraire My love was safe In pocket deep No chance to slip Or deftly creep But golden glow Of sunshine light Enticed a peek Horizon bright Inviting heart To take a flight No plan Rough sketched Heart's wings Outstretched I suppose...

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Emerging from a doorway shadow Through thick air - sweet with incense - Comes a dark figure dressed in a robe To be near the altar in silence. The trappings pierce the dark with gold; Upon him fall the eyes of those saints - Portraying the centuries...

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Their smiles , citizens, unafraid to so do. Is what brought me back to San Francisco. I’d get inane ideas , that Chicago was better. But once back there,I loathed the weather. Being a Chicagoan, born, I had many warm ties. But my heart beat only, for San Francisco skies. I longed to hear the magical cable cars ring. It seemed my...

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