A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
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My Ojibwa Grandma hope and wishes
I believe she wanted the old memories dead and forgotten.She lived for us children and her son. I had to go out west. Find kind elders to show me the right path.They showed… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading
Dearest Cheryl..
Dearest Cheryl.. She was a creature of the night. Her eyes were wild and filled with wonders, like a clear night with the stars dancing above. She reverend love and love did not… Continue reading
I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.
I hope, I don’t fall in love with you.. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading
The Madness, we knew..
The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
My Fabiola..
My Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your… Continue reading
We were young once..
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.”Wordsworth“Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more: sleep the… Continue reading
Old love..
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading