Category Archive: Poetry and story

The first time I saw your face…

The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ——— Please paint me with your tender hands   A elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.… Continue reading

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Falling into the fire…

   Falling into the fire —————————————————————————————– I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with… Continue reading

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The twisted dance of love…

The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988)   I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue… Continue reading

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My earth, your earth- a Prayer..

My earth, our earth–A prayer   Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering… Continue reading

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Just words…

  ——The world is slower now. Time for us to stay at home. Create a masterpiece, write the great novel, sing a wonderful new song. Call a old friend, call a family member… Continue reading

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Old fashion Morphine…

Old fashion Morphine     Oh sweet Jenny stole my vision. Her short red dress allowed me to see her perfect long legs. Her skin color of  peaches and tempting softness made me… Continue reading

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Down, baby, down…

Down, baby, down     Dreaming and believing, living and dying, loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days. Demanding or careless? Song and slow dance we need, deeper… Continue reading

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Clare Means songs and some quotes.

Love will come, when we are willing to let her in.——–     Tasting death bitterness had taught me to love, life sweetness more.——–     Women, who love the sorrow, rarely will… Continue reading

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A self portrait…

  A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading

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Wildflowers…

Wildflowers     I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regret dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness, I know you cannot… Continue reading

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