Oh me, oh my.
A lullaby for you. Once we had everything we needed. The Pacific ocean in view, the Irish Pubs with the sea view and we had time to love and dance. I loved your… Continue reading
Daily Archive: December 4, 2025
Dear Michigan.
I, once I ran from you and now I have found you again.You were once, my Michigan wish and dream.We danced in a un-holy love,hiding real face and our words. Hidden away and… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me.
We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.I remember when you… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be there, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. I remember the long… Continue reading
Some December thoughts.
Some quotes and a song from Joan Baez. I adore her and her music for many years. Grandmother told me often. Sugar and honey can bring peace and calm to us. Anger and… Continue reading
My grandfather’s house. With a wonderful Joey/ Rory song.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1976- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
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
Glorious red.
Glorious red. 1- Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love.I love the fire in your heart,the softness of your voice.You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection.I am drunk in-love and you… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time.
dyllic place and time The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall.We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be reborn… Continue reading
Will you still love me tomorrow.
Will you still love me tomorrow. Beautiful Jenni told me. “Baby, two different highways can never be one. You want the world, and I want you here. The war, the new battles to… Continue reading