Category Archive: Poetry and story

‘What you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.

What you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.   If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and… Continue reading

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Adrift in memory

The night rain   Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark. I held you close and I whispered. A little bit longer dear love, I want to listen to your heart and… Continue reading

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You drove me to madness’

You drove me to madness   I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights.   You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea… Continue reading

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‘The rising sun’

The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading

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‘Just might’

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading

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‘Lover, murderer and the damn memories’

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 me,… Continue reading

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‘Captive heart’

Captive heart   Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the freedom… Continue reading

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‘She crazy’

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

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‘Fever’

Fever   I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I… Continue reading

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Humble and kind

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading

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