The serene stillness.
The serene stillness. Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learns life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remembers his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remembers… Continue reading
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One more day. A soldier prayer. And a powerful song by Helena Cinto.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number seven.) A soldier prayer. 1- Young men go to war, old men return. 2- Can you kill and murder? Can you forget the blood on your… Continue reading
Lingering in a cherish memory.
Lingering in a cherish memory.. 1- Lingering.. I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and so sweet. 2- Cherish The aroma of summer flowers upon your… Continue reading
Tuesday poetry. Lead with concern, kindness and listen.
(For April, the poetry month. Number six.) 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war… Continue reading
She ambushed my heart.
(For April, the poetry month. Number five.) She ambushed my heart. The poet near the sea sings a lullaby. Tra la, la, la. Was the prettiest gal in Michigan and I loved her… Continue reading
You are beautiful. Remembering dear Christina Grimmie.
You are beautiful.. 1- Our children were murdered in our school. Wonderful teachers were killed in our schools. Beautiful children and beautiful teachers murdered. I remember them. I pray they have found a… Continue reading
I want you and a beautiful Holly Troy song.
I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes; she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading
German September sweet wine.
(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
The masquerade.
(April, poetry month. Number three.) The masquerade. The masquerade. 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… Continue reading
Luck and folly.
(April, poetry month. Number two. Luck and folly.) Luck and folly. I told the Wisconsin River. Thank you for this beautiful day. I watched beautiful Kathy dance on the rocks, allowing the river water… Continue reading