Monthly Archive: January, 2020

THE SCULLERY MAID

Originally posted on – MIKE STEEDEN –:
THE SCULLERY MAID a nebula of apathy dims the moral high ground there is nothing enlightening to unearth atop Mount Virtue no reward at all however…

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MIS LETRAS, ESPERO QUE OS GUSTEN, SALEN DE MI ALMA.

Originally posted on POESÍA JAPONESA DE ELFICAROSA.:
“Para mí, el mayor placer de la escritura no es el tema que se trate, sino la música que hacen las palabras.” Truman Capote. Todo…

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sea scape dream scape

Originally posted on Life as Improv:
some times on land, reality is fine edged and crisp, but on an impulse to go on out to the beach on a warm winter day, I…

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Almost to California

 Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading

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Please tell me a story.

  Please tell me a story       Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading

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Did we give enough/did we bleed?

Did we give enough/did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted  to the sea. Did I give enough?/did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She tossed off… Continue reading

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Never been to Spain(Written and verbal words)

Never been to Spain Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain. I… Continue reading

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“The gales of Winter

The gales of Winter Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near.  I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading

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Disappear

Please read the wonderful stories of a talented writer.

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Amazing Beth Hart and some words.

   I’ll take care of you Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss.… Continue reading

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