Her Gypsy heart..
Her Gypsy heart.. Her eyes, clear blue like the sea,her voice, gentle and sweet.She told me,open the locked doors, wide.We decide if our life and journey is,a prison or an adventure to discover… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
Time after time..
Time after time — The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
She requested a poem. I gave her three..
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading
I didn’t know..
I didn’t know My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… 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, the yearning heart seek… Continue reading
We had the month of May, once..
We had the month of May, once… Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to live… Continue reading
I believed in forever once..
One, wild man was restless, fearless, a hurricane. He loved rhyme, verse and epic poetry about love, war and nature. He would drink, sing, dance into the midnight hours. He wanted a voyage… Continue reading
Break me.. Love had showed me madness..
Break me… Please break me. Make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring me back to life. Dead men revived know life can be okay. Drink of my skin… Continue reading
Happy Mothers day and a poem. A mother tears..
A mother tears… She was a beauty. My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height. She was a slim young lady with dreams and hope. She didn’t listen to her parent. She… Continue reading
Happy Mothers day..
The words “Mother, mama, grandma, grandmother” Thank you kind women, who taught me. Listen, speak kindly and never leave with anger as the last words spoken. ———————————————————————— Memory of a Mother A Poem… Continue reading