Category Archive: Poetry and story

Love demand payment

She told me. Love demand payment.     Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed… Continue reading

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The kindness of September

  The kindness of September       Our Michigan home is ready for the nocturnal rest and I watched you look at the change of color with my adoring eyes. I encircled… Continue reading

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No chance

      No chance     My beautiful dear lady is waiting for me, a touch of the sun upon her face. I stand at a distance and I appreciate her gentle… Continue reading

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My lover, my lover…

My lover, my lover Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face. We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are skin to… Continue reading

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A voyage and some words.

A voyage One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted… Continue reading

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Promises and a miracle…

  Promises and a miracle Your soft hands in my hands, us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew, love didn’t need words.… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more

Should of loved you more He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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Perhaps, perhaps my love

  Perhaps, perhaps my love   The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.   Words are… Continue reading

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Over and over again…

 Over and over again—- I drink to you, I drink to us. My rosy cheek honey, let’s in the shadows of love. O so sweet, O so tender, You bewitched my heart, my… Continue reading

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As long as the glass shall grow

As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading

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