Short Pasadena Poems

sandals on my feet
the beach boys' songs are playing
a song melody
pasadena song comes on
little old lady like me...

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Daisies in her hair
a Volkswagen bug
Giant yellow happy face
California dreaming
Beach Boy’s Music
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena
Sixties songs in my heart...

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art
nouveau-
greene & greene
in a talent
show

Inspired by some photos I saw recently,some of you are closer and may have seen the real 
thing

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greene_%26_Greene
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gamble_House_(Pasadena,_California)...

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ROSES

dead of winter
poor rose bush
empty branches
but it pricks me when i pass
just sleeping it says


my son asks
where do roses go in winter
for once i can answer
why to pasadena son
to the rose parade


rose
at fifty she was long gone
she’d pass a flower shop
but at the liquor store make a stop
where she’d pick four roses

Dave Austin...

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Yellow Submarine comes on the radio.
Beatles music.
I press the accelerator, flying past semis who had been chasing each other.

Little Old Lady from Pasadena comes on next.
I go insane, setting a new world record for speed.
Mama Cass’s voice comes out of that radio.
It is ON!

Shades of my youth 
When I blew two engines out of two cars.
Because I was that girl....

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i saw you in a dream in pasadena when i found an old miniature tape recorder hidden in the
wall. that day i went to photograph the orange wall surrounding the estate reclaimed by
the government and chain-linked fence to keep me out
that night i tried to do a pink-fenced painting, only to keep seeing figures of you
popping out in all directions
in 1980 i married the person 
in front of that
orange wall....

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Listen to poem:

Pickelina Pickelina, cutest dill from Pasadena 
she was hot, she was spicy with a crunch of very nicey 
With a dash of cosher dill she was Duken's favorite thrill 
was she gherkin was she Vlasic, what a bittersweet dill-emma ! 

Pickelina Pickelina middle name was Angelina 
thought she was a daffo-dill all decked up in lace and frill
Relished moments of pure taste, only needed one to baste 
Yes she was the sweetest dill, always dressed to over kill....

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