Worn and torn love..
Worn and torn love.. Written on 8 April 1985(For Angela. A lost and confused young lady.I tries to pick her up and show her life was okay.I hope she found peace?) She never allowed… Continue reading
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Love is at my door..
Love is at my door.. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
Russian roulette..
Russian roulette.. Beautiful young women dances on a stage on the border of Austin.Moving with the movement like a butterfly in the breeze.Holding the attention of the men holding tight to good whiskey and gin. A religion man… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea..
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea.. I sat in a field of wildflowers and the scent of the wildflowers took me to the sea and sweet Laura. Laura loved the free flowers. She… Continue reading
A thousand years…
A thousand years.. You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing… 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
Winding road..
Winding road… Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where. Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and turmoil, now… Continue reading
Toxic and a beautiful Yael Naim song.
Toxic… Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
Family pictures..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Kind people leave us with kind memories and show us how to live.” Family pictures… Do we know when the final goodbye is?Did we tell the people we… Continue reading
Halloween is coming. New photos and some words.
Halloween nights.. I told the children. Never wander into the cornfield. You can become lost. Did they listen? Have a safe and fun Halloween my friends. Johnnie