I will take care you…
I will take care of you…. The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him. “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my insides out,… Continue reading
I will take care of you…. The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him. “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my insides out,… Continue reading
We must be, like a river (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific… Continue reading
The untold story… I have wore a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. The necklace, a leftover memory… Continue reading
I live you Baby…. I told my lover, never regret anything that can make you smile. I told her, come hither, come closer. I told her as we slow danced to the warmest… Continue reading
(Poem nineteen for April. The poetry month.) A little crazy… She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where… Continue reading
(Jazzy Monday poetry.) She is walking away, should I follow or stay? She had a chainless soul, no-one could own. She could make me sweat when she whispered her sweet love words. She… Continue reading