Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding. Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. He told me. I killed and I… Continue reading
I should have loved you more. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and… Continue reading
For the wonderful days of Spring. The days of Spring are here and the kind birds are singing their morning song. I meet the morning sun, and I tell the sky. Thank you… Continue reading
The thing left undone. (April is poetry month. New poetry number thirty.) 1- I told my children. Never leave with anger in your voice. Come to my home and we will talk. No… 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
