“The city of lights or anywhere”
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know, we have few mentors and people who shall love… Continue reading
“Would you?”
Would you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain. I didn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for… Continue reading
Too old to die young
Almost 61 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die young. ———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the… Continue reading
concerto
Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
concerto my love we envy the beach as we listen to an aria of the sea against the shore an ensemble of French kisses are the gentle…
“Love is a careless child”
Love is a careless child I took my pen to paper and wrote that love can be true, can be just us looking for empty shadows where the emotion of love is… Continue reading
“Jealous of the night”
Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading
Lead with kindness, concern and listen
Lead with kindness, concern and listen I hope I make it till the Spring. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry) “A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind… Continue reading
“What I Remember (14)” – Nayana Nair
Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
LOVE IS … hiding my smile when you walk towards metalking your name, just because i can(just to make sure that i can).feeling like a…
Red Sunflowers
Originally posted on Nina Bell & The Feathertales:
Sitting here, I blankly stare At the red sunflowers Reflecting in the checkered window’s frosty glare. Rattling like a snake, My mind slithers me back…