Beautiful Hope Winters song and poetry for Spring.
Beautiful song bird.. The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun and I whisper to the sky. Thank you beautiful song… Continue reading
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Some beautiful Jessi Colter songs and some words.
Loneliest man in the bar, drinking alone. He told the smoking cigarette and the empty whiskey glass, you knew the ending at the beginning. A soft hand touched his shoulder, a kind face,… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn and a beautiful Judy Collins song.
Turn, turn, turn.. The old poet sang a lullaby.“Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
The word man..
Many years ago. In 1991 to 1993. I would read my poetry on the coastline of California. I had some fans too. Old woman and young girls. They called me the word man. I carry a… Continue reading
Hanging with George Thorogood and One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.. ( April is poetry month. This is poem number twenty-six.) Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I… Continue reading
Would you lay with me? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song.
Would you lay with me? ( April is poetry month. This is new poetry number twenty-four.) 1- I kissed your scars on your arms and I hold you close and I told you.… Continue reading
The stranger song..
The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
Ride..
Ride.. (Johnnie need a long vacation.) True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light.Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions. I want… Continue reading
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee?
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-two. ) I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey.… Continue reading
Wicked games, we do play..
Wicked games, we do play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies. We loved the wicked game. We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin. We… Continue reading