Monthly Archive: November, 2021

Play me the waltz of the angels…

Play me the waltz of the angels…  I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me.In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we… Continue reading

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Texas bars and Texas woman…

Texas bars and Texas woman……. (A old poem written in 1993. When I roam the Texas as a young man.) The Doctor told  me.“You are damn healthy.You must take care of your self.”… Continue reading

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I will sing the blues for you….

I will sing the blues for you… Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading

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Don’t give up… Happy Thanksgiving.

  Don’t give-up…. I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought… Continue reading

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My Michigan dream…..

  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

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Great song and a poem. I am going home.

I am going home…. Soldier boy, the running man. Received a phone call in the Winter of 1991, Grandpa is gone, he loved you and he missed you. He told his kind sister,… Continue reading

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Poesy…

Poesy… (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the falseness of fame,they allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east,allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading

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Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses…

 Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve pm trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needed… Continue reading

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Mani colme di anni (Ita – Fr – Eng- Esp)

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Emile Verrion A Catherine Mani colme di anni Sei venuta con le mani colme degli anniin cui eri lontana e le hai posate sulle mie manicome minuscole margherite che…

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Those were the days, my friend…

  Those were the days, my friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds.… Continue reading

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