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Sebastopol Poems - Poems about Sebastopol


Sebastopol
Sebastopol Was it a dream Soldiers In thick ankle deep Overcoats And I had none It gets dark early In Sebastopol A blessing A tried to buy An overcoat Was arrested Sweet wine they sold For cigarettes Sent back on board Brezhnev Did the driving What do I know It might still be The darkest place On earth....

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Categories: sebastopol, april,
Form: Chastushka
Sebastopol
Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Sebastopol Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: April/2016 Where lighthouse rays shine on seagull wings - Where the misty morning dew - beckon foghorns to sing - where sky's are green; Oceans too - Where fishermen stretch tall stories the whole day through - Where clouds adrift with snow white hue - Where baby's breath.... Breathe, like winter frost, On roses in bloom - Where Pond Lily's are turquoise, and Polliwogs are blue - Where...

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Categories: sebastopol, beautiful, city, tribute,
Form: Rhyme



Pond Lily's In Sebastopol
Poet:  Ken Jordan Poem:  Pond Lily's In Sebastopol  Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan written:  November/2014                     When                  I               leave           this      town, I'm   bound           north      ...

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Categories: sebastopol, adventure, beauty, environment,
Form: Shape
Four Yellow Apples From Sebastopol [for Francis]
Four Yellow Apples from Sebastopol [for Francis] why in a moments grace ending over a paper bag's opening rising up together eyes-to-eyes she said 'beautiful apples' "i wonder how many i can hold in my hands" i said: a quorum she blinked smiled and went away into the night....

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Categories: sebastopol, allegory
Form: Lyric
Sebastopol
leaning over the side I let my loose arms dangle to have skimmed the surface and left a trail of fingerprints before we passed it over a cog train cutting through the mountain pass I press my forehead to the glass seeing the peaks all have a misty halo out onto the deck where with strangers staring a wooden notice greets us to say in seven languages ‘cigarettes permitted’ nothing...

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Categories: sebastopol, places,
Form: I do not know?



Sebastopol - Apple Blossom Weekend
The First Methodist Church, with its bold wooden steeple, burnt to the ground in 1914, for preaching prohibition. The good folks of Sebastopol weren’t having any of that. Today the Apple Blossom Parade marches past the rebuilt church, past the Masonic Temple, past Martha’s Mexican restaurant, with its soup bowl Margaritas, past Old Main Street Tavern, overflowing with biker patrons, and Jasper O’ Farrell’s, past The Powerhouse Brewery, The Greenhouse,...

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Categories: sebastopol, funny, history, life, music,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things