An April girl, an April love.
An April girl, an April love. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by… Continue reading
An April girl, an April love. I want to marry a girl who love the days of Spring, I want to hold the hands of April blessing, I want to steal kisses by… Continue reading
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe, maybe not she told him. We watched the sea and I journeyed into her eyes. She told me. When you open locked doors, spread the legs wide. Are we… Continue reading
The damn twisted road. (April is poetry month. New poetry number eight.) I tried to find a memory; I tried to find a place. I have forgotten how your face looked, and I… Continue reading
I dreamed it was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father; he followed his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell… Continue reading
She was a Spring Day, and I was a Winter storm. She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved watching… Continue reading
The lonely damn night. Johnnie in Michigan, drinking alone. Listening to the good jazz and needing nothing. He liked the silence, He loved the Jazz. He went to the jazz man, and he… Continue reading
Who are you? I love the book “The picture of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
Lingering in a cherish memory.. 1- Lingering.. I remember you.Those lingering kisses andyour silken tender skin against me.Your love was holy and so sweet. 2- Cherish The aroma of summer flowers upon your… Continue reading
(For April, the poetry month. Number five.) She ambushed my heart. The poet near the sea sings a lullaby. Tra la, la, la. Was the prettiest gal in Michigan and I loved her… Continue reading
I want you… 1- She ran into the field of wildflowers. She stirred his eyes; she stirred his mind and heart. He loved her wild eyes and the questions in her voice. She… Continue reading