By Charles Robert Lindholm
It
Is Time
To “UnTrump America”,
Removing Stains. Reversing Trump
Laws
Destroy
Trump’s Memory
From America’s History,
Heal The Wounds Trump
Left
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All Rights Reserved – 02.25.2020 – 8:00 p.m.
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She used to love me a lot…
I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send the pretty lady a drink of her want. The waitress looked into my eyes and she whispered. Johnnie, she knows, you are here. She is just waiting for you. I wouldn’t waited for a coyote like you. You left Jenny three times for your damn war and now why did you return? Damn coyotes love the long highway, new kisses and the unknown. Did you learn anything Johnnie? I embrace the waitress, kissed her forehead and I told her. Dear Leona, I learn no-one win in war, we are born alone and we will die alone. I know now, love is life, life is love too late. I know, you can’t return from the places you left…
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Last chance saloon….
I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette and I enjoyed the view of her black lingerie stocking on her long legs. Her long black hair reached down her back and I told her. 1/2 hour sweeties, do you want a drink?
She smiled and she told me. “Whiskey straight, maybe a double, maybe one or two ice cubes.” I poured three Black Velvet whiskey shots into a regular drink glass and I dropped two ice cubes in. I went to her and I handed the drink to her. She over-reached the drink, caressed my hand. She whispered, hurry up Johnnie. Never polite to allow a girl to drink alone.
I finished my work and her drink was empty. I brought the Black Velvet…
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(A unforgettable muse)
Free-falling….
Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places.
I remember your beautiful face, your kind and sweet voice whispering to me. Johnnie, live life without restraint and don’t allow fake walls of liars to make you blind.
I remember us. I remember how you loved silence and being near the sea. You were my goddess of the Pacific and in sweet dreams I can see you releasing your white cotton dress in the midnight hours and dancing with the Monterey bay waves.
You told me often. Bliss and kiss. Last freedom we can know. Johnnie, when love is near. Love hard, like tonight is our last hours of life. You and I. We intertwined our two lives. We love the sea and we love the free…
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Don’t Miss Walt’s – Be My Forever!!!
Be My Forever
Stay with me
grow old with me
when you’re cold
I’ll warm your feet
we will share
what we see
we’ll be the best
we can be
just you and I
our hands will age
our bodies will change
but our love will stay strong
we’ll keep singing our songs
when our hair ain’t so long
if you’ll be my forever
~The Tennessee Poet~
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At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to paradox using inspiration from two sources, my choice is Paul Dunbar.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites
“I am the fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.” Paul Dunbar (The Paradox)
She Was Dressed of innocence in the light she revelled as mistress by dark, when maxis gave way to minis in taxis, water surrendered to whiskey, and walk gave way to strut and swagger of rounded hips, explicit though hidden, between cotton and leather, though lace was ambivalent and undecided, her breathtaking purity as decadence or sultry vamp as coy as a maiden, she was as enigmatic as any code yet unbroken though known. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
How Do You Know You’ve Done The Right Thing?
Source: How Do You Know You’ve Done The Right Thing? – The Grief Reality
Pandora’s box there for all to see Pretty, tied with a bow and a note for me If I dared to open the sky would fall in all kinds of disaster
Wednesday again already? I can hardly believe how fast this week went by. I hope you are all doing well and perhaps this will make you laugh
The curves of her body
The lightness of her hair
Each hiding the truths of yesterday
Gone is the innocence of the past
Replaced with rebellion
Ideas for tomorrow
Her deep set eyes
The curl of her lip
Remnants of a child that once stood
Where this woman remains
The Reluctant Poet 