Albert Martin

Veteran Poet - 1,638 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. Bloodthirsty 7/11/2015
18. Stop Suffering 7/29/2015
19. Poor Children 7/29/2015
20. Death In Bed 7/29/2015
21. The Runaways 7/29/2015
22. The Loss 8/4/2015
23. If The Waters Came Abroad 8/4/2015
24. Black Night On The Vast Sands 8/4/2015
25. Ancient Couple Final 8/10/2015
26. Full Moon Above The Old Man And The Wolf 8/10/2015
27. Flora Fauna Love 8/14/2015
28. Wild Old Grandpa 8/14/2015
29. Beyond Death 10/7/2015
30. Reject Between Teeth 10/7/2015
31. Unquiet Well-Intentioned Boyfriend 10/7/2015
32. Chrome Mind The Bird My Indian Friend 10/7/2015
33. A Woman's Heart 10/8/2015
34. Solitude And Silence In The Plain 10/22/2015
35. Bad Conselor 10/30/2015
36. The Undertaker 8/27/2013
37. Does This Road End Up In The South? 8/27/2013
38. Odyssey 5/11/2013
39. The Teacher, The Big Bird & Time 9/23/2013
40. Evening In Fort Worth, July The 5th 1976 2/8/2014
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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I Got

I got
A few dollars
Down in my pockets
Enough to
Get on the rocket
And fly away
Don't you remember, honey, the old hermit?
Don't you remember what he did say?
It don't matter where you go

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