31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn.
31 March 2026 thoughts. Lessons, we must learn. 1- I am an old man now. I will be 68 years old soon and in-kind dreams. I remember beautiful faces, wonderful places and gentle… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
The rising sun, the falling moon.
The rising sun, the falling moon. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
Old Painter at the beach boardwalk.
Old painter on the beach boardwalk. Old man sat alone.He was painting a picture of a woman.She was from another time. We sat in silence till he finally spoke to me.He told me. Her name was… Continue reading
Trying to lose your memory.
Trying to lose your memory. I tried to find peace and calm in the coffee houses of Monterey, drinking strong coffee and reading dead-end poetry at the nightly poetry readings. I thought I… Continue reading
Paint me.
1- Paint me. Elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.We must bathe in the kindness of the long midnight.Kind night allowed us to adrift in the… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer. An amazing Maria Daines song.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
I could not ask for more.
I could not ask for more. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago; I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
I believed once.
I believed once. 1- I believe once, you and I would never part. But the storm of life made us learn. How sweet love could be and how easy we could forget. 2-… Continue reading
Cocoa Beach.
Cocoa Beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend. I heard in… Continue reading
Sway and an amazing Anita Kelsey song.
Sway. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading