Last chance motel
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading
The last chance motel Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the… Continue reading
No mercy You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward me.… Continue reading
My Michigan dream “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe.… Continue reading
Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.
Yesterday I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. … Continue reading
Listen to the wind Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in… Continue reading
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flickr.com Time falls away in the garden of the poet as each coming season ebbs and flows, movements based on each new flowerthere is a time to plant…
Poetry, drink and your memory. The ray of the sun Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near, he dreamed he was in her embrace and her… Continue reading
We lies, we died and I still wanted you We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “my… Continue reading