Category Archive: poetry

My mystery and wonder

My mystery and wonder   You are a make-believe wish that came true. My wishing well penny that made my dreams come alive, You are my moon and my sun, my beacon and… Continue reading

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Once upon a time (Three chapters)

Once upon a time   (Chapter one)   A lone man is waiting for a friend. It is a hot Summer day in late June 2018. He is sitting by the lake at… Continue reading

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Delicate flower

Delicate flower   I was a worn and torn man, receded into the whiskey bottles and the dead-end dreams. I sang lullabies of thing lost and could not be found no-more.   A… Continue reading

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A Spring flower

A Spring flower   Was a Spring flower, so tall and so beautiful.   Was a Spring flower, that reached for the sky. The sky and the sun adored her.   She would… Continue reading

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Lost In Love

Originally posted on Tanisha the Author:
A decision appears upon the horizon of your mentality Not intended to cause chaos but reveals prayers being answered Still lingering on the questions of what if’s…

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“Sweet pleasure and rare delights”

Sweet pleasure and rare delights (A old poem, from 1980)   Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn the heart till death allows you to escape.   Beautiful… 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,… Continue reading

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Drunken Love

Originally posted on Fleeting Muse:
They say that I am drunk Little do they know that Not a single drop of liquor Touched these lips ever But the two drops of nectar That…

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“A wild bird”

A wild bird. I saw the fear in her eyes. She told me that “I love you. I need you.” But I’m afraid. Afraid of losing myself in an emotion where I won’t… Continue reading

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“Holy as love”

  Holy as love   Holy as love   I whispered to her on the Austin, Texas dancehall floor. You smell so good, like wildflowers  on a Spring day. My beloved, we meet… Continue reading

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