What is poetry?
What is poetry? I was asked. What is poetry? I told her, poetry is everything. Poetry is the description of the first kiss, the first dance. Poetry suppose make us laugh out loud,… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
I will never leave Michigan again.
I will Never left Michigan again. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence, and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Show me your real face.
Please show me your real face. I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advise the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Listen to the wind.
Listen to the wind. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
Dead flowers. And a verbal poem.
Dead flowers. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
A Michigan sky above us. And a lovely Yvonne Ellison song.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Dreamin’, Pleadin’, wonderin’ and an outstanding song my friends.
1- dreaming’, Pleading’, Wonderer in’. And he was lost in her. He was curious to hear her voice, hold her close on the dance floor. She was curious too. She wanted to hear… Continue reading
Do we ask for more?
Do we ask for more? 1- Do we ask for more? Do we pray for more kisses? Does love die? Or do we forget was love was. 2- I want to be drunk… Continue reading
St. Patrick Day is coming. All my friends got old. All my friends had settled down.
All my friends had settled down. A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking with me. A bloody Friday night and my friends. Watching Hulu and Netflix with their fat wives. I… Continue reading
Never, neverland.
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading