Category Archive: poetry

Spider’s Web

Originally posted on Brainwashed Beautiful Mind:
Some may call it gut, others may call it conscience, but I call it God. I gave my heart away, only to have it shredded into a…

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“As pretty as a perfect painting”

As pretty as a perfect painting   She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see… Continue reading

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“Regards to a old memory”

Regards to a old memory I know love is never fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, proper place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright .… Continue reading

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Never left Michigan

Never left Michigan   Years ago. I wanted to see the whole world. Drink wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.… Continue reading

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“The city of lights or anywhere”

The city of lights or anywhere.   We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… 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… Continue reading

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“Would you?”

Would you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain. I didn’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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Too old to die young

Almost 61 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die young. ———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the… Continue reading

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concerto

Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
concerto my love we envy the beach as we listen to an aria of the sea against the shore an ensemble of French kisses are the gentle…

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“Love is a careless child”

Love is a careless child   I took my pen to paper and wrote that love can be true, can be just us looking for empty shadows where the emotion of love is… Continue reading

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