‘Did I ever love you?’

Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading

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‘The coyote song’

The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death.   The coyote… Continue reading

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‘The cold-blooded lover

The Our cold-blooded lover My bad karma led me to you in 1986. You were tire and wore-out and needed a gentle touch and kind smile. I have not forgotten your wanting hazel… Continue reading

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Cúchulainn – Hero Of Ancient Ireland

Originally posted on Rebel Voice:
Cúchulainn is known as the Hound of Ulster. He is regarded as the greatest of the ancient heroes of Ireland. He broke women’s hearts and he broke his…

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Listen, remember and learn

Listen, remember and learn   ——————————————– Listen I love the misty mornings. I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her. I listen to the lake and… Continue reading

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The Authorship Of Morning

Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.

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‘Fatal love’

Fatal beauty You were waited for me. Wearing light cotton nightgown and you had the beer in ice. We had planned this escape for months. I told you often. I needed you raw… Continue reading

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‘The easy days and the good days.

The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I… Continue reading

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Stephen Hawking (1942 – 2018)

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Stephen Hawking (1942 – 2018) imprisoned in his wheelchair, the body shackled by motor-neurone disease, his intellect perched on wings, always flying free. A failing body never allowed…

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‘The rising sun’

The rising sun   I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading

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