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Summer of 42… (April poetry number twenty.) I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of… Continue reading
Dear Cheryl prayed to the stars for the crying night moon… Once a beautiful woman believed love was grand, the kisses would become sweeter and love would save her. She would find me… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
The mystic dancer… Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When… Continue reading
Love is love…. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
Wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Poem © by Joni Caggiano – Beautiful Photo by Fabio Marciano from Pexels the deep arch in her backbending only for your eyeslong slender legs adorningdazzling… Continue reading
Ravishing beauty dancing alone… We will masquerade as many people. We will be hopeful and filled with dreams when youth is our advantage. We will strip to bare essentials and dance fearless and… Continue reading
When a woman smiled… My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
My Grandfather house… (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
