Category Archive: poem

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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Wild horses

Wild horses   We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle… 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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Pretty words

Pretty words   Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading

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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

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No mercy

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

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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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“Yesterday”

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

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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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A Monterey Summer day

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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