Michigan Summer poetry. And a beautiful Yvonne Elliman song.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost,… Continue reading
My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger and unkind words. Love is never meanness, love is never… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me. Was a warm Summer day in Germany. And I saw a beautiful German girl. Blond hair, long legs, a white summer dress and the sweetest smile. Nothing could stop… Continue reading
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
2500 miles away from you A Poem by Coyote Poetry We hope distance and separation can make sadness forgotten. It doesn’t. 2500 miles from you… On a Winter day in 1989. We said… Continue reading
Who is right? Who is wrong? Do we remember the reasons for war? The victor can remember and the dead people/ dear cities and homeless have no place to go and they are… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write… Continue reading
Kissed me once, kissed me twice. We learn too late. We can’t have everything we wanted. The chronicle of life can be un-fair. And we learn, somethings cannot be forgiven. Just accepted. Once… Continue reading
Please come to me on a Summer day. The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading