Secret love and hidden memories
Secret love and hidden memories. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his… Continue reading
We need easy days and kind evening my love
We need easy days and kind evenings my love My pretty lady, my life, my love. The world is hard and we need to be sweet to each other. Too many naysayers and… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day….
A Monterey Summer day The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading
The Old Oak Tree
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The Cycle of Life I sit and I wonder at the beauty I see The flicker of the light through the old oak tree Shimmering green…
Happy or sad?
Happy or sad? Pretty Irish girl with eyes of river blue. I saw heaven in her eyes and I told her. “Dear Colleen, never dance with the devil, never make promises, you cannot… Continue reading
Over and over again.
Over and over again I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams.You whispered to me in a sweet dream.“Over and over my dearest,we can run but we… Continue reading
Don’t give up…..
Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well.I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.I fought ghost… Continue reading
Swirl me in your mind..
Swirl me in your mind I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
Another time, another place
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Gifts of Love
Wonderful words shared by a talented writer. Rum and Robots Written by Joni – Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger (unsplash) your heart’s chamber bleeds into minerare its color, like the yellow cardinalcaressing unsung spaces… Continue reading