Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on..
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish and lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We… Continue reading
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What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad. He sat and he wrote words for no-one. “What is ugly?… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest love..
One more cup of coffee my dearest. ( April is poetry month. Poem number four.) He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi… Continue reading
We danced for the sea and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more..
We danced for the sea and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. ( April is poetry month. My second poem. I will attempt to create 30 new poems.) I… Continue reading
Angie.
Angie.. I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words and… Continue reading
Should of loved you more..
Should of loved you more.. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
You are my sea..
You are my sea You saved me once and again.I remember, you took my hand on a warm October nightand we went to the Monterey Bay.You held me like a child, sang the… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan..
Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading
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
The empty jars..
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading