A dangerous world. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number thirteen.) 1- Palestine, Lebanon, Ukraine, Sudan, Myanmar, Iran, Nigeria and more places. The children live with death near. At any time. Bullets… Continue reading
Leave the light on. Been one year now. We said goodbye on a cold Winter Day, and I remember I told you. I will leave the light on, my love. You have a… Continue reading
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twelve.) The ballad of the angry woman. She was an unbounded lady sitting alone at Happy Hour in the Monterey Irish Pub. Long Island Ice Teas,… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby. 1- Once upon a time, you came to me at midnight and you went to my bedroom. You stripped off your clothing and you waited for… Continue reading
We didn’t know, love was like a fleeing butterfly.We tried to hold the wind, we tried to stop time,we held our kisses long and sweet.We didn’t know.Love words, love dances, just magic and… Continue reading
The tango lullaby. Loving lady is waiting for me, her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She… Continue reading
The liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading
The damn twisted road. (April is poetry month. New poetry number eight.) I tried to find a memory; I tried to find a place. I have forgotten how your face looked, and I… Continue reading
Listen to the wind (Crazy leaders want to close-up the world. Medicine for them and they want war and more wealth. The poor and old shall die. Please listen, listen hard to the… Continue reading
