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Wild roses. I knew her. Her beauty had tempted me for many months. She would dance with me when the songs were good. She was a long-legged woman who had wild blue eyes and loved the whisky and the long night. I loved her auburn hair and kind and sweet voice.She told me often.“Wild roses… Read more
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( Bacchas blessing are a treasure. Drinking is the soldier pleasure, Rich the treasure, sweet the plesure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. John Dryden.) The soldier Bacchus prayer. The young soldier asked Sgt. C. You drink, you dance, you sing and you love the Texas gals. Can’t you find one you can keep. Sgt. C.… Read more
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Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet doesn’t cry. He writes the misery of life to paper. He writes about days of joy. He wrote about memories and kisses. Some say. Poets love words more than love. I adore the artist. With tender fingers, they create vision of… Read more
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Can return no more. We can dwell in paradise,Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.We will believe time is our friend. We know the sun will rise and fall into the sea andthe dusk will turn into night. Love will grow and falter. Lucky lovers know.Love is measured in seconds anda lucky person knows to hold… Read more
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An ocean apart. You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet and kind words.“I’m waiting for you. I have loved you since we met at the candy shop. Please come back to me. You are… Read more
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The song of fall. Warm days, cold nights.Create a restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid andthe water is sick with pollution.No great forest for the animals to live and roam.Poison is in the air.Killing man and the trees. The song of fall.… Read more
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The sweetest gal. I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me and drink to us. My rosy cheek honey let’s dance in the shadows of love sweetness. O so sweet, O so tender. You bewitched… Read more
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Run away with me.(An old poem written in 1992 with a light rewrite.) Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to the sea,we will free-climb the free mountainsand we will seek new places and new… Read more
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Haunted places and haunted memories. I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I learn in old age. When we are young, the illusion of love can be forever. We learn to accept the shadows of love kisses and the dark mirrors of things… Read more
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1- Was a sweet dream once. Prettiest gal I ever known. Befriended me and I adored her. I didn’t learn yet. Never love a broken-hearted woman. A locked-up heart cannot be opened till she forgives herself. A cold hearted can stay frozen till time steal the pain away. 2- You can share whiskey; you can… Read more
Poetry, story and music.
