Short Condos Poems
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Ponce DeLeon
kept pressing on
for the waters that made time stand still.
But he found no flow
and for all we know,
that fountain flows under a landfill.
The sky is a lesser blue now,
but the same winter-knifing wind I remember
off the ridges, across alfalfa fields….
Just condos now, impervious to weather.
Cantering bareback on Molly –
saddle on its sawhorse back in the barn –
I was Lone Ranger, last of my breed.
A flake of hay for Molly, years gone by….
Vacation comes but once per year
A real treat for my family and me
Condos and water parks fit just fine
American past times revisit again
The Myrtle Beach sky coaster is calling
Intentionally beckoning me to visit this year
Other days the zip line would be my great thrill
No more zip in my zingers, just lazy river floating
As the sun rises over the ocean
And breezes swirl the palms
My thoughts turn to when I was young
Not that long ago this island
Was a different kind of place
Now every inch is robed in condos
Gone is the quiet of solitude's grace
Gone is the simple gait
A new era has entered
Where life is a noisy honky tonk pace
Written June 04, 2013
i ride to work four days a week
one hour each way.
i don’t like it
but i take the ride.
jerry springer is on the t.v. nightly
i don’t like it
but i watch.
somewhere in between…
of aryan dreams
black power screams
brown men plying in trade
mobile laboratories
moon over the mesas
the valley stretched out below
mountainside condos
trailer park bimbos
babies still die in the ghetto.
Yes, it was love, and life, and happiness,
That's the aura, to this day...
There were even T-shirts made,
To honor it, and all it meant...
Torn down for cheaply made condos...
It lives on in me forever-
And, I'm sure, in many, many others
In heart, never to be destroyed,
Come what did, or may,
Yes, it lives on forever...
And I prefer it much that way,
And for now,
That's all I've got to say!
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Where there are condos for $5 each
I, for one, am an interesting figure,
With my siamese fish who likes to paint pictures
And my single daughter Rosie,
Who's immune to posie
This place is somewhere with two sides,
You live your life first, and after you die.
I died at thirty-eight
From tripping down stairs just after I ate
Welcome to my house on the beach,
Come on inside and we can enjoy a peach!
My girl and I, we have a thing
We do when we’re driving along,
If we come by a vacant house on the road,
We explore with a beautiful song.
Our song has no words, not a single verse,
Nothing that’s read from a sheet.
Our song is an emotional done with ourselves,
By keeping a primal beat.
The sheds, the shack, the condos and flats
All utilized in that small moment of truth,
Utilized and loved by both of our hearts,
Drinking from the fountain of youth.