San Francisco Poems - Poems about San Francisco

SAN FRANCISCO RAIN

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Seventh floor windows, ocean burning gold,
The Gulf of the Farallones, secrets to unfold.
Two doors beside each other, laughter in surprise,
But I felt eternity staring through your eyes.

Out on the balcony, the stars began to spin,
I leaned in like remembering where we had once been.
But you pulled back startled, as if caught in the wind,
Afraid

California Exodus

                      ~California Exodus~



No, I do not seek your agreement!
After living in California, I find a predicament.
It feels like I have a brain filled with acrid cement!

If you want to live sanely and quite well,

madrid in springtime

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

San Francisco Serenade

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,

Marathon Running Days

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

12 Days of Christmas Memories San Francisco California 1960's

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

San Francisco

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

Marina Melody Memories

                      San Francisco Jazz Afternoons


Carries me back to those special Sunday afternoons with you.
The striped awning Jazz cafe, our very unique,ibeloved rendezvous.


The smell of the glorious, scents of the Pacific Ocean,
Those brown flirtatious huge

San Francisco Wishes

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,

San Francisco

Take me on an awesome drive along the crooked street.
And treat me to a big burrito in the Mission District.

I see no rival to San Francisco where I spent 8 years
of my life as a young adult with a wife and three children.

Take me back there for just a day or two to enjoy the

San Francisco Soulmates

Pardon My Parody: What Happens In San Francisco

...and with apologies to Tony Bennett.

I smelled a fart in San Francisco,
It wafted out across the Bay.
An Oakland breeze just blew it back,
A tourist gasped, "A gas attack!"
A drag queen shrieked, "Oy vey!
That's gross!", and swooned away.
Who cut that fart in San Francisco
The CIA is keen to see.
If they find out it's from North Korea

Do It Again, Please

Roll back the joy of golden, painted years.
Hold me in that rapture, of joyful cascading tears.

Place the engagement ring on my soft hand.
Allow me to hear the notes of passion’s band.

Oh, how deeply in love in the City by the Bay we were!
Then~abruptly dismissed by Cupid’s, stinging, sharp spur!

That glorious moment though, outlives the painful

For My Late Husband

Along the coolness of the oaks we walked.
Honeymooners dreams, was our secret talk!
Eucalyptus trees smiled, scenting our way.
Twas “our” San Francisco first come what may.

I never thought, you would die so very young.
But you taught me independence and deep love.
That gift you gave me, to not follow nor a groupie be.
Was the biggest gift ever,

If You’re Going to San Francisco

Verse 1
If you’re going to San Francisco
be sure to let the junkies puke in your hair
If you’re going to San Francisco
you’re gonna meet some homeless people there

Verse 2
For those who come to San Francisco
you’ll see a violent carjackin’ there
In the streets of San Francisco
you’ll see liberal criminals everywhere

Bridge
All across the nation such a strange violation
people

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