‘Ann Arbor’

The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double of whiskey and lowered his head down and his… Continue reading

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‘A dance with death’

                A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our ways. Years ago I was trying to drink myself to… Continue reading

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A woman palms,

A woman palms A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading

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A safe place, a kind face, maybe?

A safe place, a kind face, maybe?   Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood… Continue reading

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A Prayer for me

—————————- A prayer for me   Please friend, whisper a prayer for me. I had lived swimming in sin, gin and bad love. Today I’m barren and alone.   A long time ago.… Continue reading

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‘The payment is due

The payment is due “Bacchus blessing are a treasure; Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure; Rich the treasure, sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain.” John Dryden   I told the pretty Texas… Continue reading

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Make me believe

Pretty words Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading

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“DANCER”

Originally posted on Ellie belfiglio:
Suspended between earth and sky, Motion itself motionless, The dancer’s impudence in the face of gravity, Insult the Deity who pouts in his chamber. What has He do…

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“Passing through

Passing through A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading

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Rose colored glasses

Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken ykindness. I remember when, You and I, held hands by the Lake Clair and… Continue reading

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