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
Monthly Archive: January, 2021
Never been to Spain…
Never been to Spain… (I need a long, long vacation. I need the sea, I need the country of Spain and a kind woman. I wouldn’t complain no-more.) Oldest and saddest man on… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same..
Now nothing remains the same Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance..
Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading
“A lilac sunset” #poem #poetry #verse
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A lilac sunset Bloomed in the crepuscular sky As the sun dipped low In the evening It skimmed the horizon of indigo For to hover there awhile As…
We get what we deserve…
We get what we deserve…… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we… Continue reading
The Gypsy heart….
Gypsy heart…. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison or… Continue reading
A COUNTRY OF PEACE
Originally posted on Al-Faaedah Press:
By Sodamade Bushrah I live in a country of peace,where every unease comes with easeand every good comeswith the ascension of gloom. I live in a placewhere we…
Norah Jones song and A California poem.
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
Each Sunrise Sees a New Soul Born
Originally posted on Barnstorming:
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul.– G.K. Chesterton … we can…