Johnnie Monday poetry. Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a far away war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Lake St. Clair
The dance of the flowers…
The dance of the flowers… My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth… Continue reading
No mercy dear Lizzie…
No mercy dear Lizzie… You found me alone by the St Clair lake and you wore a silky gray dress. I saw you from a distance and I watched you walked quickly toward… Continue reading
Lake St. Clair.. We need easy days…
Easy days… The best days, a beach day. Easy days, with no place to go. Just waiting for the sun to fall into the sea. Coyote
The rising sun, the falling moon..
The rising sun, the falling moon… Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
We were young once…
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River..
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River.. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading
Lake St. Clair thoughts…
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring of… Continue reading