Merry Christmas and some words
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980, I gave to my grandfather- Rewritten 29 December 2015 and now I am the grandfather) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from… Continue reading
A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading
My Bonnie gal I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing. I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel… Continue reading
The sweetest gal I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me… Continue reading
Choose what you love ——————————————————————————————————————- Enjoy your life, life wait for no-one. Create pretty photos for the heart. Dance with your beloved, show the children the beauty of the sea and… Continue reading
Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading
Dear Angela Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady. Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin. Few of us are clean… Continue reading
You are my poetry Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. … Continue reading
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading
Never left Michigan Years ago. I traveled the world. I Drank wine in Basel and Paris, danced in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I… Continue reading