(April is poetry month. New poetry number seven.) A soldier prayer. 1- Young men go to war, old men return. 2- Can you kill and murder? Can you forget the blood on your… Continue reading
You are beautiful.. 1- Our children were murdered in our school. Wonderful teachers were killed in our schools. Beautiful children and beautiful teachers murdered. I remember them. I pray they have found a… 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
The days of freedom. Yesterday was the first warm days of Spring. I opened the doors and I opened the window. I allowed the air of Spring to re-fresh the house. I took… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot. I saw my ancient love, and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
The stranger song. Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just released for the sake of the body and not the… Continue reading
The lovely silence. The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours. True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and body… Continue reading
I want to be the one, you need. 1- We swayed with the sea, we loved the Storms of January. I swirled you into soft and easy circles on the empty Seaside beach.… Continue reading
Do more. 1- I was blindsided by her. Her eyes, bright and demanding. I asked her. What do you need my lovely? She gave me a devilish smile and she told me. Give… Continue reading
At midnight. I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying and… Continue reading