Category Archive: poem

Dear December

Dear December   The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie, please come home to… Continue reading

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My secret love

Secret love   Once brave man is quiet now. Bloody life led him to lonely place and the Monterey bay. He called a old phone number and he listened.   A sweet voice… Continue reading

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Love showed me madness

Break me   Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay.   Drink of… Continue reading

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Never enough whiskey

Never enough whiskey   3,000 mile away from you and I am so damn alone. I loved someone once and love wasn’t enough. Now the whiskey can’t make me forget her. I learn… Continue reading

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Please drink of me, my love

  Please drink of me, my love   I hid in dark places for many years. I volunteered for far off places and war. I like the places where people wanted little and… Continue reading

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“Kiss me tiger”

Teach me tiger   Sweet woman had lingered on my mind all day. Her long sun kissed legs and skin spread across soft sheets and bed. Left me wanting to see wanting smile… Continue reading

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The last chance saloon

The last chance saloon     I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her… Continue reading

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Somewhere in time

Nydia Lozano Somewhere in time   The paradox of living, we get what we deserve. Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known, waited for a wayward man. I remember the fragrance of… Continue reading

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My ambrosia

My Ambrosia   Those eyes, your moving feet. You stole my heart and my soul. And I asked you. Baby, my love , my darling. What do you need? I would steal the… Continue reading

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“Mercy, mercy me”

Mercy, mercy me   We were Long Island ice teas and long talks, we were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific. You were the most beautiful woman,… Continue reading

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