Home, sweet home. For Port Austin, Michigan.
Home, sweet home. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Home, sweet home. (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor told me. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hands. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Little poetry… 1- Once you were the keeper of my dreams, once we held love, so tightly. Now the sweet dreams seem so far away. 2- She asked me to stay the night.… Continue reading