Regards to a memory.
Regards to a memory. I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs. Rarely do two people meet with the same… Continue reading
Regards to a memory. I told her, love is never fair dear Abigail. Need perfect timing, being in the proper place and having the same needs. Rarely do two people meet with the same… Continue reading
The masquerade. A New Orleans tale. Was a blue moon night in New Orleans and no-one wanted to show their real face. Beer, wine and liquor was plentiful. Women were exotic and the… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) We will know happiness, we will know sadness. 1- Once I drank in life, once I search for new places and new faces. I left… Continue reading
No-one comes back the same. (April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) 1- My stepfather was a paratrooper in WW2. He was six foot in height and 200 pounds. Was a police officer for 20 plus year,… Continue reading