Stockton Poems - Poems about Stockton

...We had a crazy kind of love. So full of fun, so wild. Two grown adults who brought out, the others inner child. From the very first night we met. We felt an attraction so strong. Together eve......Read the rest...

...The railroad played a major role in the growth of our nation It was an elite form of travel beginning at the station The month was September, the year 1825 A date to remember when the railways ......Read the rest...

...1. John Desmond Patrick Keegan 2. Alfred, Lord Tennyson 3. Sally Aline Mae Beller 4. Charles Edward A. Berry 5. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce 6. Béla Ferenc Dezso Blaskó 7. Joh......Read the rest...

...It was dusty, dry and endless Stretched beneath an empty sky From horizon to horizon Where the turkey buzzards fly, Like a landscape meant to warn you Just how far a man can fall. Except for ......Read the rest...

...I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes, Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day. Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa......Read the rest...

...Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone others lay in memori......Read the rest...

...A story is told of a Roman soldier who came upon an area and needed further direction to reach a certain destination. His guide informed the soldier that if he insisted on proceeding in a certain di......Read the rest...

...The Gypsy jumped from car to car, never getting off the train In Davenport through morning fog, the old town looked the same The prairies waited in the dark, the Rockies far beyond In Den......Read the rest...

...Redding Poem 4 “Flying Down Interstate 5” We departed Redding at 3:45, In the dead of an October night. Those tumultuous streets were morgues then, As we raced to the deserted Interstate 5, ......Read the rest...

...The Lady or the Tiger Frank Stockton never said For if he'd ever told us His story'd've dropped dead......Read the rest...

...Looking Out My Window Looking out my window In Incheon What did I see The neighboring apartment buildings Obscured by the April rains And yellow dust of early Spring And in the dista......Read the rest...

...The summers end was near We smoked in the dockyard And talked of the foe Which even now came closer They began to arrive Bus loads of them Black hearts in black shirts But we were ready T......Read the rest...

...the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly I am a bus rider That makes me unusual For a white male From an upper middle class family Our people are not bus riders Though some are subwa......Read the rest...

...April 29— Looking Out My Window published as part of Tiferet Journals' 2018 Poem-a-thon see my poetry blog https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for these and other poems Looking out my windo......Read the rest...

...There was a color blind man from Stockton Who had great trouble putting his socks on Which ones match Head he'd scratch Red and green confused this Anglo Saxon.......Read the rest...