She was a sea dancer…
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
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
You can’t catch the wind. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty six. some little poetry and thoughts.) 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She… Continue reading
I love you, I love you, I love you…. I wanted new wars and adventure. You wanted soft hands in your hands. Someone to hold you tightly in the coldness of the lonely… Continue reading
I want to love a bonnie girl.. I am dreaming of dear Scotland again, once my pretty Sheena and I, we were drunk in love. We knew wanderlust of roaming the German places… Continue reading
Sacrificial meal.. She was a tall, long legged Texas girl. She gave me a coy smile.Somehow I caught her attention. I knew, a pursued man were just cattlewaiting to be slaughter. She bend… Continue reading
Wild horses- Introduction It was a perfect late Spring night in Florence, Italy. The sky was clear and the moon was rising slowly lighting-up the city of Florence. The city was alive and… Continue reading