‘Just might’
Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading
Hey, that isn’t no way to say goodbye’
Hey, That isn’t no way to say goodbye You were my warm Spring day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I… Continue reading
‘Witness to life’
Witness to life (I lost a friend, a brother and a fellow soldier on 24 Aug 2004. He was a father, a grandfather now and a good friend. Remember we have soldiers… Continue reading
Almost love
( Almost love) (Some short poetry) I remember you I remember those eyes. Those dark brown eyes, so gentle and kind. You made me believe, there were miracles. You took my hands and… Continue reading
‘A thousand years’
A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again, you were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and singing to… Continue reading
Lost in translation
Originally posted on Megha's World:
“The quiet sense of something lost” ― Alfred Tennyson I’m lost in the translation wandering between the pages of a book hiding between the folds and sitting under a…
‘Bitter branches’
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply. They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders. The have learned profound knowledge and the texture… Continue reading
‘Lover, murderer and the damn memories’
Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me,… Continue reading
POEMS FROM MY TRAVELS, EGYPT
Originally posted on Leila Samarrai:
image: ankh symbol Painting by Liana Horbaniuc 1 I, who travel the world ruled by a bestial frenzy, I am the pain of the sufferer and the distorted…
Will You Still Remember?
Originally posted on DammyWrites:
Will You Still Remember When your legs don’t work like they used to And my eyes become caged within lens When you lose your penchant for make-up And my…