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Pieces of April. My dreamland beauty, she comes to my mind in early April. The cold of Winter almost gone and I remember our Springtime kisses, our Springtime dances with Lake Michigan. I loved when she was careless and wild.She made me brave and foolish. I called her my wildflower and she called me.Her soldier… Read more
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Begin and ends with you. (Finally, a new poem.) Once upon a time, I held a beautiful Scottish gal. She had gorgeous golden-brown eyes and she was so kind. We had Spring and we had the days of Summer. We didn’t know. The promises of love can be broken by the chaos of life. Once… Read more
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The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time, my love, my beautiful Kathy. The shadows of her kind face had been haunting me since the last time I saw her.… Read more
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Dance me to the end of love. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two lover find the midnight dance and the gift of the sweet kiss. Forbidden love leave two people,… Read more
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Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I drink the California wine in the night. I sit in the places where Hemingway found some kind of peace. Monterey is so… Read more
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Butterfly kisses. Once my baby girl, once my world.We had Summer days at the beach, Wandered all the parks near, We shared the first day of school and I waited a thousand day at the bus-stop for you.I learn love when you came into my world, daddy’s little girl grow-up and they know. Always a… Read more
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SOS. 1- When a poet cries, he cried alone. He writes his tears to paper and allows them to be settle into a journal. Sometime madness can find us, and we forget to scream an SOS. Did Hemingway tell anyone. I am done? What was Phil Ochs last thoughts? 2- Are whiskey written words, less true. When… Read more
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First day of Autumn. 1- The warm days of Summer are holding on. The grandchildren want to swim in Lake St. Clair and to enjoy the warm days of Autumn. The leave is turning and Halloween is coming. The kind days of September. I do love. 2- I have learned. Life is like the four… Read more
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A cradle hymn. “Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a hummingbird.If the bird. It doesn’t sing.Daddy going buy you a diamond ring.” Poor little baby.Alone and scare.The child will be going to the daycare. Mama and daddy must both work.Minimum pay world leave the house in stress.Poor mama and daddy do their… Read more
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I want to get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remembers a beauty. Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him. I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany. He remembered her kind eyes and… Read more
