I hope your days be bright and love is near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
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Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams.
Barefoot dreams… I met the Sergeant Major nightly at the Bowling alley, dance club and bar at Seaside. He was forced retired and slowly dying. You would never know it. He maintained his… Continue reading
The waltz.
The waltz. We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading
The last stand.
Dear Clinton, Michigan 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- I called you beautiful Jenny and I told her.California coastline is so beautiful.The Monterey… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?? Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
The crazy one’s.
The crazy one’s. Beautiful lady could make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… 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
Flesh and bones.
Flesh and bones (Need a positive poem. Life is to be celebrated. Each day is a gift.) I fell from the top of the mountain and I stood with so many victories. I… Continue reading