Poems About: LONDON

The Coliseum
Gladiators fighting lions
Roman escapades. read more »

I still dream of Rome
The sights and smells
of an acient city read more »

They met, in London's Springtime haze
and entered into a short phase
of snap assessment of each other,
as if they'd hoped to find a brother, read more »

New York is ultimate but too old a memory to know
San Fran in Fall which is there summer
Prague, Paris and London see first across the sea
Berlin for a once divided world read more »

Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick read more »

I crawl my way through life
Towards something better
I drag my soul with direness
Remembering the letter. read more »

Isn't it funny
How when you're in love
Ridiculous things
Have extraordinary meaning? read more »

Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus. read more »

I have scars on my feet that look like stigmata
Two round marks, purple and perfectly round
People think it's hilerious, my stigmata wounds that is...
I only told one or two of them, that they are actually carpet burns read more »

London landing
There I’m standing
On a platform;
Pleasant plateau. read more »

the water, hot like a thousand suns,
runs over my sore and tired body,
caressing my neck, my shoulders, my cock,
like an invisible lover, read more »

Round and round the dresses swirling
Arms now waving, as the scene mind
fed only begins to fulfil a dream
Tchaikovski planted there. read more »