Mini poetry- I am tire..
Mini poetry- I am tire.. 1- I called you dear Kelly. I told her, I am falling apart and I don’t want to get up. Please talk to me, please make me believe… Continue reading
Mini poetry- I am tire.. 1- I called you dear Kelly. I told her, I am falling apart and I don’t want to get up. Please talk to me, please make me believe… Continue reading
Some mini-poetry for the dance of love… 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in the… Continue reading
Mirrored soul… The half-drunk poet told the beloved night. I saw the veil of heaven and I have tasted death breathe. I am the son of the forest, the water and the sky.… Continue reading
New Orleans… I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the lonely jazz, your hips, legs and… Continue reading
The daylight fading…. Once the most kindest woman in Texas weaved me a safe place to be. Dearest Jayne use to hold me tightly and she sang songs of love to me late… Continue reading
If you ever forget I love you… Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
Love had no pride… Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once, my… Continue reading
The lilac wine… —————————————————————————————– She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel… “June poetry number nine… Beautiful places, beautiful places. We shall never forget.” Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and… Continue reading