L O N G I N G
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
L O N G I N G The scimitar cleaves deep, drawing blood, in moments awake, in the nightmarish twilight of accursed sleep, beyond creeping evening where shadows…
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“First love’
Once, in a sweet memory. A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me, her kind smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978.. The first taste… Continue reading
Testicular Cancer Awareness
Originally posted on The Journey of My Left Foot (whilst remembering my son):
Sunday 1st April . The first of April Time for awareness Lumps, bumps and swellings Do not feel helpless .…
‘I need a wild heart’
I need a wild heart Love made me live Beautiful woman told me, we need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love. Love come when love wants, the movement… Continue reading
The love vines
Originally posted on The dark ink:
As I passed by the vineyard lane, The winter wind kissed my skin. The pungent smell was all I sensed, When my cycle stopped mid track. With…
My Joan of Arc
My Joan of Arc She painted her make-up upon perfect skin. She turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face to… Continue reading
He remembered love
“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her… Continue reading
‘Diamonds and gold’
Diamonds and gold The rich man life and wish. He loved the value, the greed, the touch and caress of the diamonds and gold. Diamonds and gold gain value and they will… Continue reading
The Stray Cat Inn
The Stray Cat Inn The night was dark and the night was long. The Poet was seeking final place to rest tonight. A sign directed him north. He found the last road on… Continue reading