One more dance please dear Jenny. And an amazing Kovacz song.
Dear Jenny. I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss. You were the hurricane and I was the pond water. I wrote to dear Jenny, please give me one dance.… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance.
Thank you for the dance. Once, by the sea. We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific Ocean. Once, we danced. Danced for the moon and for the stars above. Once,… Continue reading
Dear April.
Dear April. The April sun is in my eyes and I ain’t blue no-more. My tears have stopped and the open wound is bleeding less. I am bleeding Scottish whiskey, wandering into dead… Continue reading
My dearest Monterey butterfly. And a beautiful Kelli Moyle song.
My dearest Monterey butterfly. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-four.) She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone… Continue reading
Another time, another place. With an amazing song.
Another time, another place. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-three.) We found each other in the darkest bars and we slowed dance and kissed. I adored you and you needed me.… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams. And an amazing song.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-two.) 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden and… Continue reading
We are just flesh and bones.
(We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust.A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhy do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new born day.) We are just… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey.
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
2500 miles away from my Michigan love.
2500 miles from my Michigan love. Pretty Julie, my wild and tender flower.My beautiful girl who danced for me in the months of Winter,sang words of love to me in the early Spring.I… Continue reading
Naked we can be.
Naked we can be. 1- Naked we can be in the midnight hours, naked are we and maybe we wear a veil over our face, a mask? When do we show our real… Continue reading