Dear California…

Dear California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific andI loved the… Continue reading

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He remember love..

He remember 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 soft smile lost in kind memory… Continue reading

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Please read the amazing poetry by a talented writer.

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My midnight dancer. My lovely Marcella.

My midnight dancer.. A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading

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With a hopeful heart…

What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more in return.  If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there… Continue reading

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Forget me not… And a beautiful Melanie song.

Forget me not—- 1- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be their, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. 2- I remember… Continue reading

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Just be and a beautiful Paloma Faith song.

Just be.. You and I,we have known the storms of living and we have been the flowing rivers of love and kindness.We had many good days and we have known a few bad… Continue reading

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House of the rising sun. New Orleans..

Home of the rising sun. New Orleans… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading

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The sea, the wishes.. And a beautiful Geranne Tuyp song.

The sea, the wishes.. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading

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She was dancing alone and a amazing song by Geranne Tuyp.

She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading

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