Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair.. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
I would steal the moon for you.
I would steal the moon for you.. My beloved, my midnight dream, my three am dancer. We found safe haven near the sea, small tent and sleeping bag. We drank tequila with the… Continue reading
August is leaving. Some photos.
August is leaving. September change of color is coming. I turned 67 in August. I am trying to be like the sunflower. Reaching for the sun and seeking peace. My favorite place to… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
The gray whale… For dear Leona…. Empty bottles of tequila and whiskey sitting on the floor. Unshaven man stared at a empty walls. He is sitting at a small table. On the table… Continue reading
Big Sur meditation.
Big Sur meditation… Who are we, my friend?Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life.Lifeless eyes, waiting for a reason… Continue reading
I wanted everything and I needed nothing.
I wanted everything and I needed nothing. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Youth is the sweetest wine. No fear of failure and fearless in the game of love. I wanted everything and I… Continue reading
Regards to an old memory.
Regards to an old memory I know love is never fair and can be a sweet memory. Need perfect timing, same place and same need. Rarely do two people meet at the same… Continue reading
Some California poetry.
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes 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
The moon and the stars.
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing sea. I… Continue reading
My ambrosia.
My Ambrosia Exposed legs, open bottle of wine and the dust of the day is a-coming. You have waited for me. You sat near the window and swam in deep thoughts. I wondered… Continue reading