‘Dear Poet’
The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant and you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and… Continue reading
The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant and you love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. Dear Poet, talk to me, read to me and… Continue reading
Poetry-love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
This wicked waltz Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress. Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature. My goddess,… Continue reading
Michigan Promises made and promises broken, left me where I started. I left you in Michigan trying to find the place where I could feel alive. I found wars, new cities and drank… Continue reading
Sweet hellos and deadly goodbye Hello dear Brigitte. I still remember us. You were my brightness on the a sunny days and the light of hope in the mist of dark and wonderful… Continue reading
A memory, a story. ———————————————————– Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer. Your kiss was the sweetest breathe… Continue reading
Tomfoolery Yesterday man is swimming in memories of missed friends. Most men, do not know. Every action demand some sort of payment. I wanted war, I wanted to travel and I wanted… Continue reading
The moonlight and you I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you, I learn I could bleed… Continue reading
You are my everything and everything is you Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and… Continue reading
The heartstrings She poured the sweet red wine into her Grandparent borrowed wine glasses with soft and tender hands. Her eyes of river blue looked into my eyes. He knew she was playing… Continue reading