by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
What Did the Photographer Say? What did the photographer sayto get that smile,that joy that glows in your eyes?That sweet, sweet smile still touches me in the same way,even after all these many years,too many of which you are gone. What did the photographer say?...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
The One Who Always Remembers and Won’t Ever Let Me Forget Friends come and friends goas do places, dreams, sunrises, sunsets, songs, meals and almost everything in life.In all there are changesmaking some times fun;some times sad.You never knowwhat the day will...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Someone Please Take Me Home* Someone take me home‘cause I just can’t find it.No, it is not from drinktho’ if I confessthe search has led me there.No, that is not true.I was led to drinknot by the searchbut because I can’t find it.Home.Whatever...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Travis McGee is Alive and Real to Me Travis McGee is alive and real to me. He still lives at Bahia Mar in Fort Lauderdale, where I used to drive by now and then. I wanted to turn in and check out slip F-18, maybe catch a glimpse of the Busted Flush or Meyer in the...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Not Yet Blue* Ah . . . What a morning.I peeped out the windowjust as the sun was risingand there were just enough cloudsto catch the shades of orangeand a little red.Exactly the type of morningthat the makes the photographerreach...
by MichaelM | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry
Is It Still Good to Be You When you wake up in the morningand stretch, getting readyfor the new day,is it still good to be you? And as you brush your hair100 strokes through silky curls,thinking of the night before,is it still good to be you? Just...
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