Monthly Archive: November, 2021

Could you, could we?

Could you, could we? Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading

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It Happens In the Evening (audio)

Originally posted on Allison Marie Conway:
Something haunting worked its way through me in the evening hours, perhaps it was the sun going down so much earlier than I realized it would. The…

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Who am I now??

Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of  us… Continue reading

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Beautiful Bishop Briggs song and some words…

 Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading

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Fool’s gold…

Fool’s gold…. The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want. I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry. You held my hands… Continue reading

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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me (poetry recitation)

Originally posted on My Inspired Life:
https://videopress.com/v/ibBJste1?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata Poet, Mary Oliver Mary Oliver wrote so many beautiful poems, selecting only one for a Saturday recitation was no easy task. I am most familiar with…

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Never enough whiskey…

Never enough whiskey she told me… Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading

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Crazy love….

Crazy love… Once I held great wealth and I didn’t know. Once, you and I. Make the nights, so  sweet and so wonderful. We fell into the madness of love, we locked the… Continue reading

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Ayla Nereo song and a poem

Swirl me in your mind… I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading

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Forget me not…..

Forget me not…  I dreamed of you, I dreamed of us.I picked-up the phone.I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine.I dreamed of your long legs and… Continue reading

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