Your misty eyes

Your misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes and I love your misty morning eyes. We have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s… Continue reading

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Two Paths

Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
The high road,leaving everything standingwalk away touching nothinga ghost in the shadowsleaving untouched love to simply fade away. The low road,complete destructionnothing left standingthe sins left bleedingevery door…

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Almost lovers. And a story.

Almost lovers… I found the prettiest gal on the crossing of Dover to Calais. I was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey, watching the sea dance. Pretty Swiss girl with the darkest brown eyes,… Continue reading

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Somewhere in time…

Somewhere in time… The paradox of living, we get what we deserve. Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known, waited for a wayward man. I remember the fragrance of her skin, the… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | love, tends to crawl its way into the stomach (233)

Outstanding poetry shared.

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“A horde of trees” #poem #poetry #verse #writing

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A horde of trees Silent and proud Robust of heart And resolute of resolve Moved as one solid phalanx impregnable In perfect formation flawless Fit for inspection By an unforgiving despot unyielding To’ard the ethereal empire…

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The Medicine wheel. New world, I hope we learn. One people and one earth.

Wisdom of the Medicine wheel   I have been  lucky.  Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace.  At the Mall I went to the… Continue reading

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Forgiveness..

Forgiveness Can you live with hate, regret and sadness? My beautiful Ojibwa Grandmother taught us, you can not. My Grandmother told me when I was seven. When I was six years old in… Continue reading

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My New Publication in The Tiny Seed Literary Journal

Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Photo by Pexels – Caroline Anderson My New Poem Revisiting a Sanctuary for a Child Who Found her Freedom thin and wrinkled, like… Continue reading

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Wounded angel

Wounded angels… (Near the Army bases. Taverns and bars filled with sad people. Some lost something. Some are lonely and some are waiting for someone. Needing a kind voice, a gentle touch and… Continue reading

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