Hello again. For my dearest Peggy.
Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs,where the people with nothing to hide, can go.Old men and old women tell… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
A thousand years. And a beautiful Julia Westlin song.
A thousand years. Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed… Continue reading
You make me crazy dear Paloma.
You make me so crazy my dear Paloma. Damn those eyes, damn those green eyes that steal my thoughts and my dreams. You and I. Kindred spirit seeking proper peace and peace in… Continue reading
We were young once.
We were young once. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no more:… Continue reading
Imagine there is no wars.
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
The dance of the flower.
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My dearest and kindest friend, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers. Today the earth… Continue reading
Dark interludes. A story.
Dark Interludes Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years sends me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
Highway poetry. Flowers and tattoos.
Wander or slowly die 1- She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden.
We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love is like a flower garden. Once we danced in tropical clubs hidden in the dark corners of the tropics,we… Continue reading
The moonlight and you.
The moonlight and you. I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you, I learn I could bleed… Continue reading