Monthly Archive: April, 2022

I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you…

I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading

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Sin is sin, till we partake…

Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading

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A little mercy now…

A little mercy now… I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loud mouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The… Continue reading

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My verbal poetry and a poem… Dead flowers.

Dead flowers… I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading

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My Hemingway wish…

 My Hemingway wish… After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their words.… Continue reading

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC ODE OF UKRAINE – 25/43 – an ode, somewhere

Powerful words for Ukraine shared.

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The Spring song…

 The Spring song…. I found her sitting alone by the lake and I sat with her. The first day of Spring brought a sunny day and I told her. My pretty, my sweetest… Continue reading

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Idyllwild…

Idyllwild… May of 2016. I drove for one hour up a mountain range to Idyllwild.  My brother own a house on the mountain. No population, no rushing and kind people.        … Continue reading

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Kind Spring days and blessed Summer days…

 Kind springs days and Summer days… Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me drink the vodka and… Continue reading

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Rider on the storm…

   Riders on the storm… Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was… Continue reading

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