Category: music
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For a moment he returned to the years when her costumes consisted of white nurses’ capes, red riding hoods, and soft blue eyes – her smile that night was the same as then, minus braces, and dimples now outshone freckles. With only a handful of houses to go and his football helmet in his pillowcase…
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My head echoing with the roar of silent flashbacks (of us) makes me wish and pray or cross my fingers (and hope to die) that I was deaf (on the inside) Or perhaps I could find that spot on my body (or yours) where the pain gets in (and out) and plug it closed with…
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The chance for to have and to hold became she loves me she loves me not – copyright 2012 Steven Harz
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they had to be quiet for a while and let it all soak in because as they say and silence is golden. now if he drove really fast and used the tappan zee bridge as a ramp they would be in orbit in no time and wouldn’t that be better than here and even though…
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sunday was jeans and sneakers and gloves and parkas which not only came in handy on the trails but also later in the theater because can you believe how cold it was in there? i didn’t care though because it gave me a reason to sit closer to you and feel your head against my…
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The wind so strong it Vaulted not lifted leaves to Heaven or homeward – copyright 2012 Steven Harz
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This is my all-time favorite poem: http://betweenpoems.tumblr.com/post/18957683579/resignation-nikki-giovanni I love you because the Earth turns around the sun because the North wind blows north sometimes because the Pope is Catholic and most Rabbis Jewish because winters flow into springs and the air clears after a storm because only my love for you despite the charms or…
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His heart rate increased, and the sweat of his palms mixed with the condensation of the beer can that he hurriedly placed on a macramé coaster. When he stood and turned she was directly in front of him. When they inched toward each other first their thighs met, and then just above – causing her…
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With leaves of the seventies crunching under boots of today he wanders through his mind considering the blessing of kids, family, friends – and her. Yesterday’s rake joined forces with today’s blower and earbuds replaced singing to himself, and the song that bridged then to now, and despair to hope, rose up as the leaves…
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i might tell you how much I enjoy being with you as if you couldn’t tell (i am that transparent) but it would be without true meaning i should let you know how each of your kisses paralyze me for a beautiful brief instant (which is why I have to pull away and reset) but…
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hearts full and on the verge of tears they listened as the song came to its close. this was all very new and very good and like nothing he had known before and has experienced rarely since. this night no longer seems like yesterday – too much time has passed and the years have faded…
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Soon the aroma of cheese and sauce overtakes that of flowers and trees, and since he has no open table on which to put his plate he reclaims the spot on the couch and eats all of his meal while watching half of a bowl game. Once again he’s intrigued (April 29) by the gifts,…
Steven Harz / Americana Soul 