Category Archive: Poetry and story

Sweet Peggy

   Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry I found her again in 1992. My war was over and she was fighting a lifetime war. She had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table… Continue reading

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“My last stand will be in New York city”

My last stand will be in New York City. I want to go to New York City, sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin, whispering stories of things to come.… Continue reading

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“Sway”

   Sway The Poet’s wishes, ever sweet and never easy.  A dancing beauty moved with the song, her hips moving slowly with the tempting words of the Jazz song. The dancing damsel, she… Continue reading

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Would you?

  Would you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for… Continue reading

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“The light and the darkness”

The light and the darkness   You told me. “The black heart, too dark and cold for love. Is just barren soil. Nothing can live in soil swimming in the blood of heartache… Continue reading

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Maybe yes, maybe no.

  Maybe yes, maybe no?     I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great… Continue reading

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“Folly”

Folly     Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost.     We can ascend and we can… Continue reading

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Purgatory Inn– Siren

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren”   Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. … Continue reading

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“She used to love me a lot”

 She used to love me a lot I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your face

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall love us.… Continue reading

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