You are my Springtime…
You are my Spring time… Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
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Rose colored glasses..
Rose colored glasses.. My brown eyes beauty, my Scottish girl dream, we made promises on floors of glass. You were everything sweet and beautiful and you made me feel loved. We were just… Continue reading
Her garden..
Her garden.. I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne… Continue reading
Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won.He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done?He told me.… Continue reading
Please show me your real face.
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Our world.. And a beautiful song.
Our world.. One earth and people, we are.The sea touches our feet, the sea belong to all the people of our world.The sun, sun-kissed our face. Same sun that touches every child face… Continue reading
Love posies..
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him.You promised me love posies, everyday of my life.You promised me morning posies andyou promised to read love posies before we sleep.You promised midnight walks… Continue reading
I love you..
“I TOLD MY CHILDREN-LIVE A HEMINGWAY LIFE” Je t’aime Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart.… Continue reading
A song of forever and a beautiful song.
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading