By The River

Walt's Writings

By The River

He sits alone
staring out
the river

revolve around
the river

he has been
a steamship captain
sailing the river
to distant lands

he has fished
along the river
bringing food
to his family

he has been
a barge captain
bringing supplies
to towns along the river

he loves just
sitting here
the river

using the powers
of his young mind
to live
his dreams

~The Tennessee Poet~
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Vessels of Love


we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

couple it with roses and chocolates, makes love

so endearing, so sweet

so charming, so honest

so pure, so passionate

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

sent through the post office or via a good old friend

pair it with special instructions

not to open nor to drop

and take extra care ’till you get

makes love exceptional and oh, so real

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

but ours my dear, were never sent through

the post office or via a good old friend

ours was written and sent right in

the comfort of an old ugly bench

the solitary observer of our love

right there and then

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got


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If we were strangers

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Art by Henry Saliot

If we were strangers

and I saw you

in a cafe

reading a book

or on a train

gazing from the window

or in the park

walking your dog

or in a restaurant

laughing with friends

or in a supermarket

checking your list

or in a car

stuck at the lights

or in the office

confident and sure

or in a crowd

standing out

I would still want you

like sin



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Not new, but true.

Art by Thomas Saliot

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breath before rising ~


in the swell of the tide
a breath before rising –
in the roll of the sands
neath the shore
I’ve noticed the rivers
run deeper than blood –
and the trees
taller still than before

I’ve reckoned the sun
how she leans to the right
when no one is watching
but me
how she warms to my skin
as home she remembers –
a lantern set high
on the sea

sometimes morning
awakens the night –
with whispers of promise undone
prickled by weeds
berries and blossom –
fireflies skimming
the pond

bitterly sweet
scattered transgressions –
as who for another
moment would trade
dust from a memory
of life as we knew –
to wait for a night
in the shade

. . .

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MLK – American hero

Rhapsody Bohème

As we remember and honor the memory of Martin Luther King, his words ring across space and are timeless. There is a truth, a truth louder than ever, a truth for this very moment.

MLK speech from the Nobel Prize acceptance

“I refuse the idea that the “isness” of man’s present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal “outness” that forever confronts him.

I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsam and jetsam in the River of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him.

I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.

I refuse to accept the cynical notion that nation after nation must spiral down a militaristic stairway into the hell of thermonuclear destruction.

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