Sway.
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
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A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading
The death of love. A lonely lullaby.
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
April come, she will.
April come, she will… December days are here. Today is the fifth day of December. I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I need… Continue reading
Oh me, oh my.
A lullaby for you. Once we had everything we needed. The Pacific ocean in view, the Irish Pubs with the sea view and we had time to love and dance. I loved your… Continue reading
Dear Michigan.
I, once I ran from you and now I have found you again.You were once, my Michigan wish and dream.We danced in a un-holy love,hiding real face and our words. Hidden away and… Continue reading
Mercy, mercy me.
We were Long Island ice teas and long talks.We were free-climbers of the free mountains and we loved dancing with the Pacific.You were the most beautiful woman, I ever seen.I remember when you… Continue reading
Forget me not.
Forget me not She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be there, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. I remember the long… Continue reading
Some December thoughts.
Some quotes and a song from Joan Baez. I adore her and her music for many years. Grandmother told me often. Sugar and honey can bring peace and calm to us. Anger and… Continue reading
My grandfather’s house. With a wonderful Joey/ Rory song.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1976- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading