Best San Francisco Poems

This is about San Francisco,1967

Oh, yes that city had its own song!
It was a siren's call that sang;
"Here, Panagiota, is where you do belong!"
And my dearest poets, the sirens 
call was not wrong.

It sang a song of cable cars jingling softly 
in the night.
And angelic...

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If I only had one wish be granted me tonight,
To be forty-five, again,would be a blessed delight.

To be able to walk in high heeled shoes,
Not in Skechers, no, they give me the blues.

Nikes and running shoes were indeed my fate.
Dawn runs, next to the esteemed...

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There was a sense a feeling a consciousness
Ill and loosing friends long ago in San Francisco
Visiting when I was sharing vanilla shakes
All that he could eat and enough for me
We both tired so quickly, sitting together
Watching a tv show, washing his dishes 
There was so...

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A large toothy Chinese dragon spirits me away.
To lively San Francisco street with paper lanterns.
Trinkets of all shapes and forms. Smells wafting in
Reminding me of Sweet and Sour Chicken and Pepper Beef.

My mouth waters in anticipation of my next meal here.
A dragon! A child’s shrill...

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The sun did not rise with me this morning.
The cold, grey mist was there
Embracing all the places
We had been the night before.

The music, too, was gone;
And emptiness enfolded me
Like silent fog
On city streets.

Were you ever here?
Did we sing a song
And dance in the moonlight ....

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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...

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Our dreams begin to open on the ninth floor
of the Marines Memorial Hotel.
Clean tombs equipped with all that is needed
for a weekend to die for.
Guests view what they can see at their level.
Flags wave from rooftops of skyscrapers, 
like spring flowers praising the high winds.
Below...

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Cornices, and Gargoyles with eyes turned low,
hold fast the passing in a frozen stare
as slow vapor rising from vents below
is churned by soles into thick city air.
 
Undeterred, the well-heeled leather bottom
wingtips fly past sandaled sloths at crosswalks
while clicking heels kick dead leaves of autumn
and...

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Giant Squid
In warm waters
Alarmed divers don't saunter
Never faulter
To escape

San Francisco Bay
Quietly they come
Inquistive by nature
Diving can be dangerous

Grab diver pull down to deep water
In fear of their lives
Always try to escape
Nerves are shattered
Totally afraid

San Francisco Bay
Quietly they come
Inquisitive by nature
Diving can be dangerous

(Heard a report...

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Beautiful San Francisco


						In Northern California,
						By the Bay,
						There it is,
						That beautiful city,
						It’s the city Tony Bennett
						Sings of
						“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
						Those lovely trolley cars,
						Make it so unique,
						Nob Hill, a street we all know,
						Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
						Array of shops,
						That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
						My Dad told...

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Just one little brave boy and an entire city
Gave this heart so much joy in seeing such glee
For Bat Kid has arrived to fight for all the children
A true fighter who survived and a hero among men

For they came from near and they came from...

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San Francisco, the City by the Bay; an enticing treasure; 
relocating with family, I found it 

Appealing to all ages. 

Nesting there; moving forward in this City of unlimited 
possibilities.  It has


Fascinating cultural diversity; people and places make up 
its foundation.  You can...

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Roll back the joy of golden, painted years.
Hold me in that rapture, of joyful cascading tears.

Place the engagement ring on my soft hand.
Allow me to hear the notes of passion’s band.

Oh, how deeply in love in the City by the Bay we were!
Then~abruptly dismissed by...

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How could hands touch with 
such tender velocity! 
Eyes, with bolts of lightning, 
electric.
Yet have the softest, velvet
synchronicity?
That WestCoast night, hearts 
bound and eclectic

Your arms about my waist, 
in the windows, fog-glossed 
reflection.
A moment’s, Monet’ sacred 
masterpiece!
That cried out for human creation.
Of you, of me,...

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10/20/2023

Those tanned, shapely legs of mine,
where have you gone?
No longer have I the ability to run!

Nor feel the glorious, salt water spray,
from my beloved, San Francisco Bay!
That kissed my sweating, dawn face.

Those foggy morns, the busy hands of
time have erased.
Some other body now, in its...

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