Drink before the war..
Drink before the war.. 1- Ben Jonson, ‘To Celia’. Drink to me only with thine eyes,And I will pledge with mine;Or leave a kiss but in the cup,And I’ll not look for wine.The thirst… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
A Scottish gal and a beautiful Nati Dreddd song.
A Scottish gal.. I told the bartender. I do adore the Scottish gals. Their voices steal me away into their beautiful eyes. I looked at the bartender and I told him. Never brake… Continue reading
Into the West..
Into the west… ( I need a year in Monterey near the sea. ) Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come… Continue reading
Falling backwards..
Falling backwards… I liked California. Made me think and drink less. I never understood the California girls. They wanted to figure out the messy world and you can’t. The taverns in California were… Continue reading
The rising sun, the falling moon..
The rising sun, the falling moon.. Prettiest lady, I ever seen, she danced with the Lake Superior waves. She loved to drink and clatter when the Bacchus wine was good. Hand in hand,… Continue reading
The sparkles in your eyes..
The sparkles in your eyes.. I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world around you. I remember how badly I wanted you. How I twisted my world backward… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same..
Now nothing remains the same.. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors..
The walls and the damn mirrors.. My father told me the Devil like to dance at dawn.He like when the night overcomes the day,he told me. No-one is pretty with age and abuse.Life… Continue reading
My great love. Part two..
My great love.. Part two. I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens,… Continue reading
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man..
The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man.. She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty… Continue reading