Sin, gin and skin.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-eight.) Sin, gin and skin. The bar poet, the bar storyteller told stories to the desperate people. He told them, we will have rainy days and… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-eight.) Sin, gin and skin. The bar poet, the bar storyteller told stories to the desperate people. He told them, we will have rainy days and… Continue reading
Arousing illusion. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
Whim and follies. I told her. Sometimes good to go slow.Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food.He will forget to cherish the taste,the gentle touch and the… Continue reading
We will meet where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair. (April is poetry month and this is new poetry twenty-five.) I told you when we were just babies in heart. Where… Continue reading
Forget me not 1- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be there, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. 2- I remember… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched,they burn the heart till death allows you to escape.Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts held… Continue reading
Big Sur. A L.A gal is dancing alone with the Big Sur Sea, and the moon half-moon is lighting up the night for her. She wanted a refuge from the madness of the… Continue reading
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
Dear Jenny. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Jenny, please give me one dance.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance. Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific Ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading