Tag Archive: Online Writing

Wild child…

The wild child… The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes… Continue reading

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Your love, like heroin..

Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading

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Delicate and boundless…

 Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading

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I was told…

I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading

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The echoes of yesterday…

The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading

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If I could turn back time, I would…

If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading

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Darkness…

 Darkness.. Life become less needful. Men with dead eyes learn to love the strip clubs, the drink and the war. Darkness overtake men who had learn love is bitter, life is a pain… Continue reading

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Like a river, going to the sea…

 Like a river, going to the sea… I am following the moving river and I can smell the sea in the air. I decided I was a prisoner in a mess-up prison. I… Continue reading

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Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends…

Ghosts, nightmares and dead ends… One—  I ordered one more Bloody Mary from my one arm bartender. He is the best bartender in Texas. His drinks, like ambrosia for the sleeping mind. I… Continue reading

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Nightbirde- Brave…

   Brave One—  We loved the Spring days, we loved the dancing with Lake St. Clair on a April Spring morning. When you hugged me tightly and you whispered to me. I love… Continue reading

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