Short San Poems
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san Francisco
baghdad by the bay
doth in excrement lay
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2019
6:45pm PST
fragrant gardenias,
steaming cafe au lait
jazz, a seagull flies.
9/19/2021
Marrying a chemist seemed okay
He appeared normal most of the day
When their boy DeRide
Formed sesquioxide
No one was surprised in San Fran Bay
oh susan
i love you
the beers
the smoke
your favorite
thing
taking
time
off
from
swimming
fast
driving
101
pass
striding
to
san miguel
Father Serra's choicest mission.
Late restored to prime condition.
Architecture's Moorish fashion.
Catenary
high roof, tower Spanish vision.
Awesome very.
Mission houses reverential
treasures, field tools most essential,
priestly vestments sacramental.
Very active.
Seen as highly influential.
View's attractive.
Hidden mission in seclution,
close to owners private mansion,
military reservation.
Grapes are grown here.
Soil's good given cultivation.
Seed crops show wealth.
An old couple in San Jose
get divorced every other day
In between they elope
with just toothpaste and soap
afraid what their parents might say
1/6/22
Used as healing sanctuary.
Great sunshine and very airy.
Sickened children priests did carry.
Lives were so dear.
Made the natives bright and cheery.
Souls were saved here.
California's riches mission.
White brick structures simply glisten.
Great spread ranches, nice addition.
Wine and cattle.
Peacful life with no bad friction.
Reins and saddle.
Norfork pines now brace this place tall
City's view surrounds its stone wall
Time to see is great in late fall
Scenes angelic
Soundless wooden old bells broke all
A good relic
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
Valley's fine productive mission.
Native paintings, no commission.
They survive without attrition.
Field hands, herdsmen.
Place of peace and good nutrition.
Goats and sheep-pen.
I want to sleep
With the windows open
On a night that believes
In winter winds and falling snow
I want to taste your dreams
On a California bed
King sized on the Richter scale
Teddy Roosevelt carried a big stick
Walking softly 'till he had to move quick
He charged up San Juan Hill
Thinking, 'Who'll foot the bill?'
He made it into a Hollywood flick
Colonnade of Spanish style here
State's first time brick plaza seen near
Sacred old bells chime loud most clear
Knees, heads low bow
Holy cemetery's so dear
Saints rest, sleep now
Old ecclesiastic sight charms.
Seen past time decay did great harms.
Restoration eased then priests' qualms.
Beautified now.
Pious churchmen seen chant sweet psalms.
They pass, we bow.
Mission raised at place of great bears.
Meat was given easing tribe's cares.
No man seen in savage tone swears.
Neophytes all.
See them lining mission stone stairs.
Nine short few tall.
Russians supplied mission old bells.
High in tower chime their slow knells.
Listen, great their single tone swells.
Honor those dead.
Time to mourn alarum note tells.
Missal lines read.
Hostile tribes lived close to mission.
Soldiers' use brought tribes's submission.
They saw life's improved condition.
Life was sweeter.
Sale of mission reaped attrition
Day joys fleeter.
Her
Nelson
Mandela
tenacity
has final reward
with elated cries of
glee in newly elected
democracy. This much honored
lady of Burma birth is free at
last to share her worth in her peaceful mirth.
Sailors go to the San Diego zoo,
looking for pretty girls who go there too.
Sugared monkeys a good time,
always tossing plenty grime,
by reaching behind and throwing at you!
* For Zany Zoo contest
Who has the bread
and the word, has everything...
But what is left to be complete...?
Some essential things:
share,
offer,
donate a little of oneself...
So everyone will have everything
in fair portions... !
Apricot nectar, I licked from her lips,
suckled the dew like honey
from melon ripe breast
and in time did savor
the heady heavenly flavor
of passion's fruit in all the rest
and night birds
beyond the window
...sang a new song.
This place smells nasty to me
Any place I’d rather be
Fisherman Wharf, yes, I know.
Fresh everything caught below.
Pungency of fish galore
Smell I truly do abhor
Shrimp tastes too fishy for me.
To Midwest I’d rather be.