(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
(April, poetry month. Number three.) The masquerade. The masquerade. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were… Continue reading
(April, poetry month. Number two. Luck and folly.) Luck and folly. I told the Wisconsin River. Thank you for this beautiful day. I watched beautiful Kathy dance on the rocks, allowing the river water… Continue reading
April is the month for poetry. My goal is 30 poems for the month of April. This is number one. Eloquence woman. She asked me. Johnnie, you come to me and we talk… Continue reading
The Seven Sisters Cliffs of Dover. My father left my world in January 2020. A WW2 veteran, he stood with his brothers. He went willingly to war and he knew the cost, could… Continue reading
Mother Nature. Chief Pontiac, once questions the white man ways. He asked the white leaders. Do you hate the forest? Will you be content when the great forest is gone? Will you be… Continue reading
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
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
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 delicate and… Continue reading
Broken promises and lost places. I remembered we had dreams of being barefoot in wildflowers fields and love was to be forever. I could sit and gaze at you for hours. Watch you… Continue reading
