Monthly Archive: May, 2021

Bounded love…

(My adopted children) Bounded love. Till my last breath…. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Gave me reason and… Continue reading

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215 Indigenous children- my prayer

A prayer….. 215 Indigenous children. 215 Indigenous children are in my prayers. I am angry. Once burning energy of life stole from my world. I will burn sage for them and their parent.… Continue reading

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MEMORIAL DAY 2021

Originally posted on Pacific Paratrooper:
Our nation marks Memorial Day to honor and pay tribute to brave Americans who gave their life for this country. Many generations have sacrificed in defense of our…

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You get what you deserve..

We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading

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My Lake Gichigami prayer

You are my Lake Gichigama prayer… Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading

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Memorial day poetry- My home is Northern Michigan.

My home is Northern Michigan….. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. He was not young, he served in the Army. 25 years,… Continue reading

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You don’t love me no-more…

You don’t love me no-more……. ————————————————————————- I longed to see your face, I longed to hear your speak. I knew I was gone too long and you gave-up on me. I watched you… Continue reading

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Bad, bad, bad ass lady..

 Bad, bad, bad ass lady… (May-day poetry thirty one.) She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of… Continue reading

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Without you

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.

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Siamo bocca

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
La bocca della verità a Roma Parliamo assaggiamo divoriamo e baciamo.Siamo bocca. E qualche gesto d’amore.Dimentichiamo il nostro essere contraddittorie a occhi chiusi pensiamo di possedereil solo grande cuoreche…

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