My last stand will be in New York City..
(Johnnie in 1992) 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… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Shadows…
Shadows… My sister told me. “You have changed. “She told me. “You saw too much shit and your mind and eyes are cold..” I told her,.“War isn’t personal.You do what you are told. Try… Continue reading
Curiosity
Originally posted on Piano Girl:
A little childlike fun today with these two poems. 🌺 💭 Hello, Flowers Tiny flowers growUnder the windowJust outsideReaching withAll their mightHoping to be seenTiny feet standUnder the…
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
Saturday song bird- Alisa Fineman
Once I was blessed. I had Big Sur and the songs of Alisa Fineman. She befriended me and she told me. Johnnie, you will be okay. Seek good song, free days and laughter.… Continue reading
I could not ask for more…
I could not ask for more…. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
Mr. Johnson + Mr. Johnson.?. One Two That Rocks. Yore Blues.
Originally posted on Our World Legends.:
? The Blues Are One In Our World. Legends Tell Mores Howevers Here Than Meets. Yore Ears. Eyeing Rock n Roll Origins. So In Deeds Include Our…
You are my poetry…
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
National Poetry Month Writing Challenge: The Final Segment
Originally posted on Shanyu Bihani:
“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.”…
April leaving
April leaving A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem thirty for April. The poetry month. April leaving…. Blossom by Blossom dear Spring begin to appear. The month… Continue reading