If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading
I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Illustration:?‘Winter’ by Édouard Bisson (French, 1856-1939) My Translation: *** How merrily the snowflakes brightened Your—grey, my—sable fur, How at the Christmas fair excited We looked for…
Originally posted on Proud Humbled Man:
Though the weight of the world left you unfazed, Weight held a burden you couldn’t bear. Though your flesh left you willingly, I guess your bones were…
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Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A sea the colour of despair Churned sands of sorrowful mien Beneath cold steel sky A’mottle with clouds of grubby countenance One tempest filled day As brute shards…
Passing through…. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading
Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the… Continue reading
Originally posted on rhymesalot:
Today I know not what to do.So I think I’ll try something new.I’ll color a poem with skies so bright,with stars that twinkle every night.~There’ll be no wars or…
Originally posted on George Ellington:
is it really so sinfulto embrace this desirethis zealous fire that burnsbrighter than ire dyedin wholesome weavings craving your touchthe much seeding sighsthat rise from your lipsas kneeling…
