Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
A memory, a story remembered.
A memory, a story remembered. 1- Everything In the stillness of the night,you held me, so tightly. You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer.Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given… Continue reading
The dream surfer.
The dream surfer… In the prettiest dreams, in the most beautiful places and the sweetest days. The dream surfer can find and again know. Once upon a midnight dream, my yearning heart sought… Continue reading
She is free.
She is free 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be… Continue reading
The surging sea.
1- The surging sea, the rushing waters.Our love and the sea.Untamed and running wild when awaken. 2- Enchanting lady,amor alive.New madness brought to life. 3- Simple glances and amorous gazes.Emerging love being born.Wild… Continue reading
Please swirl me, one more time.
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
The stormy sea.
Stormy sea. The beauty of the Monterey bay,left us feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight.The 20 or so people enjoyed hearing the words of the… Continue reading
Have mercy.
Have mercy Pretty girl, she told me. Chameleons faces we do have. We have become strangers to our self, forgot who we were. Once we were whiskey drinking people, who sang and danced,… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
A Monterey Summer day.
A Monterey Summer day.. The poet sat alone drinking his coffee near the Monterey Bay. He was 35 years old and he felt like he had lived five lifetimes. The soldiers in his… Continue reading