I am here.. And a beautiful Jessi Colter song.
I am here… Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder,… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Longing, belonging and secrets..
Longing, belonging and secrets… Lover, lover, lover. Once we loved the long nights, once the wine tasted sweeter. Now our longing, belonging and our secrets, are bloody finger prints on a over-painted wall.… Continue reading
Dear Florence..
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
The word, love is. Just another four letter word.
The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless words spoken to her. Now she sought the wild sea, now she wanted to meditate in the… Continue reading
Fabiola..
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
A witness to life..
A witness to lifeA Poem by Coyote Poetry “We must remember friends and family missed. I believe. When we speak or write about them. We bring them back to our hearts and our minds.”… Continue reading
Listen, think, speak..
Listen, think, speak…. Old age had taught me. Listen, think, speak. Words can break a heart, if spoken without proper thought. The world is hard enough on our family and our friends. Be… Continue reading
Once upon a time..
Once upon a time.. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
Drink before the war..
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
A Scottish gal and a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading