Tag Archive: poetry

A whiskey and a glass of water..

A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading

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Only love will break your heart..

 Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading

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Some Sunday songs to make you happy, maybe smile?

The coyote is singing and dancing tonight. I went to the woods, and I shared my tequila with the free animals. We sang Wooly Bully and the pretty foxes came and joined us.… Continue reading

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A twisted lullaby, maybe?

 A  twisted lullaby, maybe? Was the first of June and Johnnie and Lucy wanted a adventure. Johnnie told his dear Lucy, I have loved you yesterday and today I love you more. She… Continue reading

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The lady in the black dress..

The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading

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Now nothing remains the same…

Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading

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The free bird..

Free bird.. We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading

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Cocoa beach…

  Cocoa beach.. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. “Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend.” I heard… Continue reading

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Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..

Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading

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The heartstrings..

  The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasseswith soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes.He knew she was playing him… Continue reading

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