Category Archive: song

She’s crazy

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin and I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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The kind spring and the warm Summer days

Kind springs days and the warm Summer days   Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here.   The cold Winter days made me… Continue reading

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Let us kiss and never part

Let us kiss and never part   She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading

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“Bitter branches”

Bitter branches   Old men are like ancient trees. Their life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the… Continue reading

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Have mercy

Have mercy   Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we have, we have become strangers to self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced, all… Continue reading

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The Bacchus prayer

The Bacchus prayer   She whispered, come hither, come near. The setting moon is watching us learn the Bacchus prayer.   “Chainless souls, love the maddest nights. Those who drink and they know… 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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“Listen to the wind”

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

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The willow tree

The willow trees   Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can.   The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I… Continue reading

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“Concrete angel”

Concrete angel   It was a Spring morning in Austin, Texas in 1995. The yearly poetry weekend was here. My favorite time of the year. My only attempt at verbal poetry for me… Continue reading

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