Love and hate.
Love and hate. Sitting by the Monterey Bay alone.Thinking about a missed woman.I made a wish.It wasn’t the first star,but I made the wish anyway. Stars so very bright, so many I can’t… Continue reading
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Sweet Peggy.
Sweet Peggy. She is sitting alone in the warm Florida’s evenings. She is raw, sexy and like a wild cat in the tropics. She is hungry, desperate and passionate. Her dreams are confused,… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-eight.) Sin, gin and skin. The bar poet, the bar storyteller told stories to the desperate people. He told them, we will have rainy days and… Continue reading
Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering to me. A amazing song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven..) Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering secrets to me. 1- The dead do not talk no-more. If you listen well. You can hear whispering of… Continue reading
Arousing illusion.
Arousing illusion. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
Whim and follies.
Whim and follies. I told her. Sometimes good to go slow.Men will eat and eat, not stopping to taste or digest the food.He will forget to cherish the taste,the gentle touch and the… Continue reading
I am waiting by the willow tree. And a wonderful song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-six.) I am waiting by the willow tree. An old place near the Clinton River, old willow trees reaching for the sky and the river. It… Continue reading
We shall meet near where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair.
We will meet where the Clinton River reaches the Lake St. Clair. (April is poetry month and this is new poetry twenty-five.) I told you when we were just babies in heart. Where… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not 1- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be there, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. 2- I remember… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched,they burn the heart till death allows you to escape.Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts held… Continue reading