California poetry
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often, love wasn’t enough, the heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called my beautiful Jenny and I told her.… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often, love wasn’t enough, the heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called my beautiful Jenny and I told her.… Continue reading
Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila. The old man had few friends. People saw a old man with no-place to go. They do not sit with… Continue reading
She’s crazy I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin and I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading
Kind springs days and the warm Summer days Forget me not, forget me forever. Winters cold is gone and the kind Spring days are here. The cold Winter days made me… Continue reading
Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad nights. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness. I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake Clair… Continue reading
The sun, the moon and the stars ————————————————————————————– She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warmed our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
Let us kiss and never part She told the wandering soldier, be my love and stay with me in old Monterey. She brought his face into her warm bosom and she sang… Continue reading
I called your name Beautiful lady weeps for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying, lying, needing, bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love… Continue reading
Wildflowers dreams (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair, need the unities of two people living and dying… Continue reading