Into the west..
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
Into the west… Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
The sea is near.. (April is poetry month. New poem number twenty-nine.) 1- Once upon a-time. I found the Pacific ocean. I went to her and I tossed off my shoes. Took off… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer… (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven.) She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint… Continue reading
Leftover wine… Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds.We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers and… Continue reading
Dear Monterey.. The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The… Continue reading
You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
POETRY, DRINK AND YOUR MEMORY.. 1- The rays of the sun.. Drunk man wishing, alone on destined hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading