The most beautiful woman in town/Bukowski verbal poetry.

The most beautiful woman…. Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked. Reading poetry today… Continue reading

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She’s crazy…

 She’s crazy… I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the long… Continue reading

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I need a wild gal…

I need a wild gal… We have the long highway going west and your hair is dancing freely with the wind. I watched you view the sun with your beautiful emerald eyes with… Continue reading

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Come away with me…

Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading

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Lovers, murderers and the damn memories…

Dear December… The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me.… Continue reading

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The sinner’s prayer….

The sinner’s prayer…. I knew every tavern on Highway 35 in Texas. I drank a beer and some whiskey in almost every one. Those Texas girls loved me. I could two-step and waltz… Continue reading

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We lived once and what did we leave behind?…

We lived once and what did we leave behind? The year 2021 was a hard one. I lost my mother. She was a good woman who stood his ground, loved her cigarettes, her… Continue reading

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The black night and the shadow dance

The black night and the shadow dance….. A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading

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‘An evening sun’ #poem #poetry #writing

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
An evening sun Swathed in ribbons of lilac Shimmered diaphanous In the crepuscular light As the sky turned From a dazzling blue To shades of night  That intoned from a hymnody Of mournful eventide songs In…

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Last chance saloon…

 Last chance saloon… I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading

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