Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.
Old painter on the beach boardwalk. Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He told me. Her name was… Continue reading
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Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Ride. I need a long vacation. And a beautiful Lana Del Rey song.
(Johnnie need a long highway, a long vacation with no place to go.) Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free… Continue reading
Paint me.
1- Paint me. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the… Continue reading
Family pictures.
Family pictures. Do we know when the final goodbye is?Did we tell the people we loved? They saved our life many times and gave us reasons to be alive.Old faces and words appear.… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer. An amazing Maria Daines song.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
I could not ask for more.
I could not ask for more. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago; I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.
Beautiful Laura sat by the seaA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading
Reflection.
Reflection. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories. Writers and Poets write of the impression of perfect sunrises and of the… Continue reading
The sea.
The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles with our words. We must be kind to… Continue reading