Short San Francisco Poems
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Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.
san Francisco
baghdad by the bay
doth in excrement lay
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2019
6:45pm PST
Quick, with gliding stride
Adapting to urban life
Coyote survives
Hard to believe..
but there are coyotes in San Francisco
fragrant gardenias,
steaming cafe au lait
jazz, a seagull flies.
9/19/2021
From Buffalo to San Francisco,
from Fargo to El Paso,
you don't need the tobacco.
It has got to go.
Give it the heave ho.
Major League Baseball Manager, Dusty Baker.
He's a great character and a playmaker.
In San Francisco, a World Series loser.
In Houston, a World Series Winner.
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
Chicago, New York, San Francisco -- such
A deluge of immigrants -- they have clutched
At first they were trying
But now they are crying
Leaving out, "Sanctuary very much!"
Sultry San Francisco September
dazed in the heat of a moment,
flown by too quickly this time
when they moved together
was over too soon.
But, she stretches
with a smile
as he
goes.
Crazed San Francisco to Mad New Orleans~~who's off his trolley~~but ME!
2020 January 25
Who Flips your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
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.
Cold wind on the bay
blows with a sound from the sea
eucalyptus sway.
Caressing fog sweeps
on morning soft or cold night
San Francisco spring.
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For Abe Lopez' Favorite Season haiku contest
Identical twins Marian and Vivian are sisters with flair
You might see them out in the San Francisco air
They are famous for their identical outfits for sure
Filling gawking children full of delightful wonder
Candlestick Lighthouse high on hill
On coast near San Francisco still
Light saves lives with a bright strong will
Tallest of west coast sea towers
A beacon to stand ocean’s chill
Been guiding mariners from ill
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... !
"San Francisco hospital maternity ward the night after advent of my firstborn '76, reasoned work o’er Uni," ... by The Poet.
teen held wee life neath lamp light ~ what you doing ~ it’s the drugs dear good night
San Francisco Memories
Fog
Mysterious delirious
Blesses kisses surrounds
Ever so clammy
Mist
February 25, 2020
8:30am PST
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.
We hung a rustler in San Francisco
Orneriest cuss you ever could know
He cursed us with a rave
He would haunt us from the grave
So we buried him in New Mexico
11-23-20
Contest : Make Me Laugh With Some Humor
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin
Like riding on the handle bars of a bike
with no brakes, going down Telegraph hill
in San Francisco,... during an earthquake…
...With a flower in your hair…If you like.
Dragonfly beauty floats with the breeze in a swooping way
Lithe, light, lovely, she understands how to joyfully play.
She brings wisdom to the world, in a caring, spiritual way.
We watch her as she gently floats out past the San Francisco Bay.
*Image of Alcatraz San Francisco by Pixabay.
The Island of Alcatraz
Startled clouds lurk midst a gate
beams stretch crossed a bay
pylons yon the sneaky fog
dreams fetch castaway.
Deserted prison
vagary hopes long entombed
averted risen.
2021 June 14
Gazing at her mother's beaming smile watching love's....
Tiny four month old baby boy waddling along so very beautiful
A precious little furry peacock crown atop, his adorable as priceless head
My eyes began to mist this heart stirred deeply; at the beauty in such purity beheld.
Form:
glittering New York
time Square looking great—but oh!
grand Central Station!
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the Windy City
diversity of cultures
Chicago—my home!
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San Francisco Bay
place where people work and play
my dream—going west!
Where there is fog
That's where I'm from
Where Summer is not hot
Where it's expensive to live in
San Francisco
Where the famous singers left their heart
Where the famous bridge is from the Golden Gate
Where happiness is never ends
The tourist spot for foreigners
San Francisco
Oh how I love thee