The midnight hours.
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
The midnight hours.. I knew when I met her near the sea. She was a dangerous endeavor. Her wild sea blue eyes and gentle voice, I could see the wild world in eyes… Continue reading
Monday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance.… Continue reading
Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand,… Continue reading
The quiet of the day.. He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak. She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today. And she loved the… Continue reading
Lovely is.. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissed my face on a Summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Please come to me on a summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a summer day. We can drink the summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the… Continue reading
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.. Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I knew. I ordered one whiskey, one beer and a Cuban… Continue reading
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life to paper. He write about days of joy. He wrote about… Continue reading