Daily Archive: March 12, 2019

Pockets (with audio)

Originally posted on Poetkisses:
Sometimes –somethings— are hard to think about… so she puts them in her pockets. She’s got pockets for sadness and pockets for pleasure. She’s got pockets for measuring her…

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Pretty Jen

Pretty Jen   Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused.   I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We… Continue reading

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3 a.m. sentence(s)

Originally posted on Wildly and Dangerously Free:
photo credit west coast woman ? Dusk til Dawn Shadow and Light the veil is thin The call goes out spiritual refugees seeking a conscious oasis-…

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Dear Luna

Dear Luna   Forget me not my beautiful lady, you are too kind to a old soldier. Please dear Luna, I know somethings are too beautiful to know and to behold. If you… Continue reading

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War or no war?

War or no war? “Men are savages, cannot see the cost of war. Dead cities, dead women and children. How many must die before we learn. A eye for a eye world, no-one… Continue reading

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The whiskey lullaby

The whiskey lullaby   I watched her undress slowly. She have found me drinking whiskey alone at the Monterey Bay. I was drinking  the whiskey and I was singing poetry to the Pacific.… Continue reading

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“A lullaby”

A lullaby   Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance. The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her, he was twenty years old once and youth was… Continue reading

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