The rising sun.. New Orleans is smiling.
The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… Continue reading
The rising sun… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank… 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
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady.. My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber, and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
Yesterday.. I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading
Choose what you love ——————————————————————————————————————- Enjoy your life, life wait for no-one. Create pretty photos for the heart. Dance with your beloved, show the children the beauty of the sea and the forest.… Continue reading
The lake song.. I told her. I apology sweet Alison. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have my… Continue reading
Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
My greatest regret was you Loved and lost Dear lover, my beautiful love.Honey, sweetheart and my love.Where are you now?Once we drank the Long Island ice tea and laughed at the midnight moon.You… Continue reading
Nightbirde… I have been listening to a brave young woman, Nightbirde. She is so beautiful, her eyes glows with joy and she moved so gently. She stole my mind and my heart. Music… Continue reading