Short Los Angeles Poems
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On Saturday, the L A Rams
Encountered the Monterey Clams
With no and, if, or but
It was open and shut
The Sopranos limped home like lambs!
The firebugs are mesmerized
as the City of Angels burns,
but like the Phoenix rose in flight,
Los Angeles soon will arise
and lift us high again.
It doets
In file
Creating improv
Of government structure code
Deep in the winde to pause
The slouch is may, or you without silence
The eavesdropping behind the times
los angeles athletic swim team is cooking with petrol this morning
their practices were worth it, they are in perfect synchronicity
Esther Williams looks from heaven, approving her alma mater
The Brooklyn boys went to LA.
In Ebbett’s Field, they did not stay.
They play in the sun.
Los Angeles loves Dodger blue.
The team is a contender true.
They are number one.
Grimy sweaty dusk,
L.A. hazy horizon.
Steaming torrid lune.
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Of my lifetime home, Los Angeles,
I now reminisce,
and think how you, devil breeze,
caused a thing like this.
All the neighborhoods I've lived,
their plight is now dire.
I don't think I can forgive
you for all these fires.
HAPPY OLD MAN
Happy old man
Alone watching television
No cards no phone calls
Tin of beans for dinner
Son in Los Angeles
Daughter in London
They must have been
Too busy to call
He understands
He loves them
For they are his children
Happy old man
The Mayor of Los Angeles, what a mensch!
Helping the homeless in LA, buy placing
art murals right next to their tents.
Are they to cook them for breakfast,lunch
or dinner, perchance?
Proof that some politicians are morons
and obnoxiously, dense!
5/9/2019
9:30pm PST
Where's the smog
And the pollution
Only noise, the frogs
No gangland executions
Millions of stars in the sky
Nights crisp, fresh and cool
I can feel the wind sigh
Nature -- not man -- rules
Lack of excitement or buzz?
-- Doesn't bother me
I've fled Los Angeles
For God's country
Angels on Earth
Who went to help the afflicted among the flames?
Who took a risk with bravery and love?
Who saved families and dreams?
They were the ones who took children
and animals in their arms...
fire angels Angels on earth
California Heroes ...
Beloved in Los Angeles
Blessed by God.
Broke dumpster fire in Los Angeles !
Burnt vigorous Pacific Palisades.
Apocalyptic !
Weird ! Catastrophic !
Wild fire or something else ! Can you guess ?
Phil studied Carollogy in the University of Sol
Carol studied Phillology in Los Angeles Super Mall
They exchanged their notes
Uttered Shakespeare's quotes
Until they got married in New York's down town community hall
Stillness of Mind and Mouth
Josh in Little Rock, talking.
Micah in Oklahoma City, talking.
James in Lake Charles, talking.
Ailcia in Atlanta, talking.
Jennifer in NYC, talking.
Bonnie in Los Angeles, talking.
Li Wei in Shanghai, talking.
Christiane in Brussels, talking.
Owe ve, in quiet and stillness
answers are often found.
Is Hotel Cecil cursed?
A portal to hell?
How many have died there?
Accidentally or by murder and suicide?
It is the most notoriously haunted hotel in America.
Associated with macabre incidents, serial killers.
Downtown Los Angeles is host to these seven hundred rooms.
Shall I book you a room? There is always a vacancy.
Diabolical laughter.
Another gunman opened fire and went wild.
Among his four deceased victims was a child.
It all happened in Orange, California, near Los Angeles.
Many people are outraged because of this.
Why have there been numerous shootings like these?
I'm afraid in the near future, there will be more fatalities.
From a news story found on aol.com
Dear God in Jesus name will you on Los Angeles
Pour down the rain? Please give respite its in your
Power, despite evil plans.' Give some rain; let heavy
Clouds lower.' A fresh renewing curtain of love if
In your will? as with good news by the dove, fill the
Dams and flood rain down; show mercy Lord of all
Renown.' In the name of Jesus may relief come
Down.' Amen.'
St. John gave its pupils arithmetic
I glided through these
Like breeze of Belize
Los Angeles City College leveled me
Algebra had me on my knees
YET
I clamored to Cal. State, Long Beach,
Where Information Science sacked me
I fought back on campus lush lawns
Lingered crossed-leg in summer sun
WON
My grade was not an F
I graduated and felt blessed.
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Quiet, the slow icy drip.
Firelight cakes the trees.
Evening, wooded clearing , winter trapper.
Lonely but content.
Envisioning the furry catch.
Money lining woven pockets.
Jerky in his hands.
Abandoning Los Angeles.
New York City too.
His fiancee waiting, sturdy cabin.
Miles away, Oh, miles away.
Hard for her, work hard for her.
Baby in her swollen tum.
Silence, Trap Shuts.
Victory, Yes Victory!
Working with the
great man,
larger than life,
could be like living
in Los Angeles;
you might have
a nice house
on a quiet street
with good neighbors,
but you knew
at any time,
there could be a
drive-by shooting.
[Dedicated to my former boss, Dr. Matthew Bruccoli, leading expert on F. Scott Fitzgerald and several other authors of his age, who helped found the Dictionary of Literary Biography.]
Hover cars.
Who needs them?
Los Angeles.
Maybe if they had them, the gangs would stop fighting.
Hover cars.
Have they been invented yet?
I am sure they have.
Let's get them out onto the highways, and stop the road rage.
Hover cars.
Built for congested freeways.
For people who spend four hours a day in their cars.
Pretending to like something on the radio.
How can we get them to Los Angeles? Fast!
Fossil Friend
Why, just the other day, or so it seems
T-Rex and I were playing by the stream
And tar pits of La Brea
I remember that day like yesterday
I’m just another fossil reminiscing
Where my old friend fell in
And now I visit him
At The Page Museum in Los Angeles
Someday my aging bones will settle down as well
People will speak antiques and talk about my times
Old stomping grounds and ancient finds
Paris in the spring time,
As the world comes to life,
I'd be on someone else's dime,
Fall in love and forget my strife.
Los Angeles for the glamour,
I'd mingle with the stars,
I'd watch the paparazzi clamour,
To get the scoop in high end bars.
Fiji for sand, sea and sun,
I'd laze on the beach,
The nights would be fun,
My worries out of reach.
In Rio de Janeiro, I would dance,
In Rome and Venice, I'd find romance.
March 2017
Just in case this is something you didn't know before:
the Dodgers don't play baseball in Brooklyn anymore.
Ebbett's Field is a ballpark we will no longer see.
It was torn down, and is now a part of history.
Even though those boys in blue have gone away,
they are still playing the game of baseball today.
In a new town, the Bums have achieved greater success.
Home games are played in the California city of Los Angeles.