Slow dance and a wonderful Ana Popovic song.
Slow dance. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights (A old poem, from 1980) Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in… Continue reading
Dear April.
Dear April. Promises of warm days is you, April, I am waiting for the sunny days and the blooming of the Spring flowers. You have been my December and January wishes. Dear April,… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June, and it will decay with time. A… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A summer night memory. Once upon a time, dear Peggy. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. (You allowed me to love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are not near. I yearn to hold your hands,… Continue reading
I would steal time for you if I could.
I would steal time for you if I could. Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time. If… Continue reading
The willow tree.
The willow trees. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring.
The fearless and the daring. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading