The skin, the gin and the sin city..
The skin, the gin and the sin city.. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she… Continue reading
The skin, the gin and the sin city.. Pretty lady sat near me at the tavern and I said hello. She smiled and she came nearer. She caressed my military hair-cut and she… Continue reading
My dearest muse.. You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with your haunting words awakening the want of love, the dance and the song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number thirteen.) I saw the sun in your eyes.. ( You let me love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number twelve.) The song of life, the song of death.. I have sang the song of life and I have sang the song of death. The songs… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Poem number eleven.) Did I thank you? Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my hands… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Number ten poem.) The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror.… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. Old poem never published from 2017. Poem number nine.) The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. This was never published. Written in 2017. Poem number eight for April. Yearning eyes.. A beautiful and sacred morning led me to you. You were California beautiful and… Continue reading
( April is poetry month. This is poem number seven. Never published. Found in a journal written in 2017.) Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was… Continue reading
Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading