She was black as the night.
She was black as the night. I watched her dance alone to the holy jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my… Continue reading
She was black as the night. I watched her dance alone to the holy jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my… Continue reading
1- Please don’t talk no-more Pretty lady crying and she told her banished lover.Please don’t talk to me no-more. Your words had turned worthless and meaningless.Your face turn from angel to the devil… Continue reading
Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I… Continue reading
Gypsy soul Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We are… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.) Dear Sheena Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored. We learn to know love and I… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven..) Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering secrets to me. 1- The dead do not talk no-more. If you listen well. You can hear whispering of… Continue reading
Love goes, on and on… 1- The poet’s wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true.He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare.Do we play or not?Sometimes the truth is worst than… Continue reading
Dear Bridgette. I still miss you… 1- Dear Bridgette, you saved me once on a September day.Your soft voice and gentle heart calmed the rage of a man, drowning in rage.You held my… Continue reading
I told the kids. Hate is heavy sin and make us feel no good. Leave us dead in the heart and the mind. When you are dead. What is left? God’s going to… Continue reading
Falling and falling, we shall go. We had a June warm Summer days, the Lake St. Clair was in the from of us and we sat by the witch’s trees. Hand in hand,… Continue reading