What Did the Photographer Say?

by | 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?...

Someone Please Take Me Home*

by | 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...

Travis McGee is Alive and Real to Me

by | 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...

Not Yet Blue*

by | 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...

Is It Still Good to Be You

by | 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...

Tommy, Chief of the Blackhawks (A Bully’s Story)

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

      Tommy, Chief of the Blackhawks (A Bully’s Story) Cruelty lives in the hearts of young boys.No jungle can compare to playgroundsfull of sixth grade boys.Yes, it is differentfor the jungle is life and death,eat or be eaten.Oh, but the...
No One to Tell*

No One to Tell*

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

       No One to Tell The word came today That an old friend had died A special one. Someone, that all who knew me Then, Back then, Would understand the pain Her going would bring. I reached for the phone For I thought that I needed to tell . . ....

She Doesn’t Know

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

She Doesn’t Know   She doesn’t knowI still play that songbut on the computer nowinstead of the old scratchyrecord that we used to play.She doesn’t knowthat sometimes I find myselfdriving miles out of the wayjust to go by the place,that place where we used...

Laughing ‘til You Cried*

by | Feb 10, 2017 | Poetry

      Laughing ‘til You Cried When was the last time you laughed‘til you cried?Or that your sides were sorefrom the laughter the night before.Was it from the friendsor the boozeor just when the timing was absolutely right?Was it days? Weeks?...