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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
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Grandma hands. Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the real cook to do her work. Grandpa told me often. Leave your anger and disappointment outside. My home is a place to know love, have some good conversation and gather… Read more
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Eloquence woman. She asked me. Johnnie, you come to me and we talk till darkness. I read my books to you and we drink coffee. We are sea walkers and you hold my hand softly, dear Johnnie. You never talk of the past and you told me often. Life is now. I told her, my… Read more
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The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in the mini-mall. I would bring coffee and sandwiches for her. I would read my poetry to her and she would ask me. You are my only friend… Read more
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Sometimes we must loan and steal kisses. Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she needs the Long Islands ice teas. She was a beauty and the men knew, she wanted the jazz songs and the silence. Every Friday… Read more
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The prettiest girl in my world. Dear Julie, my sweetest love. I shall find you and we will wander to the lakes, we will wander to the West Virginia mountains. I want your bare feet and legs across my lap, and I want to fall into your golden brown eyes. I love your legs sun… Read more
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Lovely is. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissing my face on a summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing and dancing near the sea. Lovely life is when two people become one, knowing love and gentleness. Lovely is the quiet of… Read more
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I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write the midnight poetry. And I remember everything. It is 2am in Michigan. I sit alone, I drink alone and I write alone.… Read more
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My gin and juice lullaby. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could. We languished in cheap motel till the noon hours and I saw in your eyes. You knew, I was just a thief.… Read more
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Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone and he told me. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss on the cheek. Today I masquerade as a free man. My Jack Daniel warm and tasty, leave me cold… Read more
