I saw the sun in your eyes.

( April is poetry month. Poem number thirteen.) I saw the sun in your eyes.. ( You let me love you. I knew I was blessed.) I long for you when you are… Continue reading

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The song of life, the song of death..

( April is poetry month. Poem number twelve.) The song of life, the song of death.. I have sang the song of life and I have sang the song of death. The songs… Continue reading

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Did I thank you?

( April is poetry month. Poem number eleven.) Did I thank you? Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my hands… Continue reading

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The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.

( April is poetry month. Number ten poem.) The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror.… Continue reading

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The Texas two-step..

( April is poetry month. Old poem never published from 2017. Poem number nine.) The Texas two-step.. He saw her sitting alone sipping her drink slowly and her eyes were barren and so… Continue reading

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Yearning eyes..

( April is poetry month. This was never published. Written in 2017. Poem number eight for April. Yearning eyes.. A beautiful and sacred morning led me to you. You were California beautiful and… Continue reading

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Under the weeping willow. We danced.

( April is poetry month. This is poem number seven. Never published. Found in a journal written in 2017.) Under the willow tree. We danced.. Once we held love over everything. Love was… Continue reading

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Coming home..

Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly.  Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading

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My secret life..

My secret life.. I was your boss and teacher once. We shared hours in a locked building. I adored your long legs and auburn hair. Your perfect body unable to be hidden, made… Continue reading

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My masterpiece..

My masterpiece.. Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading

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