Bukowski poem— The most beautiful woman.
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Happy Saturday everyone—- The first dandelion The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading
In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want… Continue reading
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading
If you are locked-in. Write epic poetry, write the great novel. Write a letter to a friend or family member. Time for us to create. I started to write my great novel. Keep… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading
You are my masterpiece I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you… Continue reading
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live you must lose everything to… Continue reading
The Michigan Spring First warm day of Spring today. The sun is bright, nearing seventy degrees. My world is quiet and the warm day tempt me to find, a hidden… Continue reading
(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.) Ride Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget.… Continue reading