Be quiet dear lover, Quédate…
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2022
The Tale of a Broken Ballerina
Originally posted on RealStuff by RealMe:
Photo by Danielle Reese on Pexels.com A Dancer’s Weep ? Handwoven lace, spun from a magical spider’s web fashioned her posture; veiled were her dreams, old lover’s…
shining
Originally posted on reflections of an unquiet mind:
I am shining in your eyesLike a tear that is ready to fallI shouldn’t existOutside this ocean of life.Maybe I am too dead insideMaybe you…
Purgatory Inn and no place to go…
Purgatory Inn and no place to go… I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
Expand and multiply…
Expand and multiply A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise tale. Old man with a heavy load was asked. Why did he carry so much? He smiled and told them. Life expand and multiplies.… Continue reading
The shadows of war…
I was a Soldier for almost 15 years. I volunteered for every dangerous mission you could be part of. The missions were to Africa, Bosnian, Central and South America and Iraq. I had… Continue reading
A wild bird…
A wild bird… I saw the fear in her eyes.She told me that “I love you.I need you.” But I’m afraid.Afraid of losing myself in a emotionwhere I won’t be able to escape.… Continue reading
Wanderlust…
Wanderlust… — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous… Continue reading
Painted memories…
Painted memories… My lovely Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth.I have so many canvases of us.You and I.Mirror reflections finding proper place.I have told the midnight hour.I need the honey kiss of a perfect beauty.… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you….
I will sing the blues for you…. Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading