Category: Love
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STANDOFF excerpt 8.28.19
Crushed Cigarettes Left on the Floor I met her years back in a local tavern A bar, a pub, a gin spot, liquor room And she followed me home without speaking Without asking, without knowing who she was or From where she had come from or going to Her arm draped in mine holding A…
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Where did the year go?
Another year moving into history. Seems strange. I am still in January. Well, for Jan and I it has been an up and down year with moving away and then moving back when we discovered that “friends” weren’t friends and that the VA doesn’t have the medical facilities in Georgia that we thought they had.…
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A Long Time Ago in the Great Faraway
It was a long time ago in the great faraway When I came to the understanding that I could no longer stay We looked the other way as I stepped out from her front door Harsh words spoken, then silence, nothing left to say, so I guess we settled the score The tale had been…
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The Never Meeting of Lovers
The Never Meeting of Lovers I never met you in the past I’ll not meet you in the future I won’t meet you today Such is life; such is the nature of our souls But we can sing together We can sing about our love If we ever meet and should casually hold hands While…
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Retouch: I Recall at 2 AM
Retouch: I Recall. It’s two o’clock in the morning And I recall her lying nearby me In the dark sweating there from our lovemaking We came together in the long ago Two lonely bar drunk new best friends In a town so very far from here It’s two o’clock in the morning And I can…
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Clouds in your Eyes & Random Thoughts 0821/8.5.17
Clouds in Your Eyes by Gordon Kuhn Copyright 8.5.17 all rights reserved I see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes Clouds where none should ever be Like murky cream in your cold cup of coffee there I see clouds in your eyes, clouds in your eyes Clouds that should never be there And…
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Lost She had blue eyes, Vulnerable, blue eyes And they held him in their grasp Gentleness lived there so much he had to gasp And she never spoke; she never once spoke Yet her eyes could easily jokingly poke And raise the issue of man and woman As the world floated past the two…
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Poem from Standoff: Bare
STANDOFF is a book of poems that I will be publishing soon. This poem is one of them: BARE. I simply decided that I would post this one for the time being. I hold the copyright on this. BARE Flesh laid back, Bare! Raw, no cover to protect From salt thrown upon there where the…
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I wish I could play a harmonica.
I wish I knew how to play a harmonica. For that would be grand to sit on my porch and let the sound slip out towards the sky. I wish I knew how to play a violin, for that would be awesome as I love the sound of such. And then there is the guitar.…
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The Twentieth Anniversary.
Yesterday, August 3rd, was Jan and my 20th Anniversary. I love her so much. We went out and ate dinner and relived the memories of our first night together as a married couple. Those memories always bring smiles from the actual marriage in a small chapel (just she and I, the minister and his wife)…
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 