Albert Martin

Veteran Poet - 1,771 Points [Albert_BCN]

Albert Martin Poems

1. One Morning 3/20/2015
2. The Gates To Another Place 3/23/2015
3. Little Bird. Let's Give It Freedom. 4/1/2015
4. News About Home 4/1/2015
5. Rural Scene Of Love 4/16/2015
6. Old Yamato 4/29/2015
7. Orinoco's Midnight 5/4/2015
8. Sinners Once Now The Penitents 5/6/2015
9. A Journey 5/18/2015
10. Believer's Soliloquy 5/18/2015
11. The Pearl Is Now 6/2/2015
12. The Cloud Over The Mountain 6/2/2015
13. In Cheyenne Territory 6/10/2015
14. The Prominent Pupil 7/6/2015
15. Our Warrior 7/6/2015
16. Precious Love 7/6/2015
17. Stop Suffering 7/29/2015
18. Poor Children 7/29/2015
19. Death In Bed 7/29/2015
20. The Runaways 7/29/2015
21. The Loss 8/4/2015
22. If The Waters Came Abroad 8/4/2015
23. Black Night On The Vast Sands 8/4/2015
24. Ancient Couple Final 8/10/2015
25. Full Moon Above The Old Man And The Wolf 8/10/2015
26. Flora Fauna Love 8/14/2015
27. Wild Old Grandpa 8/14/2015
28. Beyond Death 10/7/2015
29. Unquiet Well-Intentioned Boyfriend 10/7/2015
30. Chrome Mind The Bird My Indian Friend 10/7/2015
31. A Woman's Heart 10/8/2015
32. Solitude And Silence In The Plain 10/22/2015
33. The Undertaker 8/27/2013
34. Does This Road End Up In The South? 8/27/2013
35. Odyssey 5/11/2013
36. The Teacher, The Big Bird & Time 9/23/2013
37. Evening In Fort Worth, July The 5th 1976 2/8/2014
38. Trapped 3/28/2014
39. Fire In The Air 5/8/2013
40. Deadly Road 5/10/2013
Best Poem of Albert Martin

Shotting Stars

She got lost
Looking for shotting stars
Now I know
I don't own her no more

Now I walk
Neath them late lonesome skies
I don't know
If I'm looking for someone

Such is my confusion
Almost a disease
The end of the road
Just an illusion
It does point to south
And never never never cease

I'm wondering
If she knows about her bound
And if it's that which she looks for
Someday able to be found

Ah the crow came in the evening
It began to cry so loud
'Just forget her. Let her be.
Let the road it take her down'.

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Fire In The Air

These days there's
Fire in the air
We do breath it
And into our lungs it breaks through
We're never gonna see a sky of blue
We ought to go, leave our country
Forsake the ones we love
In our dear county
And start the marching

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