Tag: Memories
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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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Hey There Mr. Scarecrow.
Hey there Mr. Scarecrow Standing out behind the barn Just you and that old grey mouse that lives in your hay Thanks for listening to me the other day As I sat and let my own rain drop from my eyes to the ground Hey there Mr. Scarecrow You are so brave standing in the […]
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A Secret Life: Memories from another life.
A friend from a past life told me of a love But sadly he said he doesn’t recall her name That is really such a shame For way back when he was just age 23 I knew him as we worked for the same company He met her in a restaurant where she waitressed Back […]
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THE SPIRAL STUMBLES
An odd feeling passed over me this night Cast from memories to paper the wall of my room How the wind howls and seeks an entry to my soul Where with barbs it would lay waste without recourse And show me the insignificance of my life The blazing fire of anger shared The paths walked […]
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SPAGHETTI DINNERS
SPAGHETTI DINNERS Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn Poet in the Rain I found you there early this morning when I rose sleepy like from my bed, with fog and cobwebs all fillin’ my head. There you were in a summer dress dancin’ dainty like … across the flowers of my mind. I must absolutely ashamedly confess […]
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Just thinking.
Just sitting here and thinking about life. I wonder about all the people I have known over the years. I let them drift through my thoughts in a slow moving slideshow. Some of my memories are sad and some happy. I guess that’s normal. At least I hope it’s normal. I just learned the other […]
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The Owl and the Rabbit
The Owl and the Rabbit by Gordon Kuhn 02/28/2010 You sat, grandmother, and watched me as a boy and thought of me as some strange toy your hands folded mildly on your lap but I could feel the steely endgame trap that desire you held to me was not so bare regardless of how soft your faultless […]
THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN 