Wild Irish Rose. And an outstanding George Jones song.
Wild Irish Rose. Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading
Wild Irish Rose. Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading
Mercy 1- She was so fine, she was so sweet. Prettiest Texas gal in Belton asked me for a dance. I told her, yes ma. She took my hands and we went to… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
She told me by Lake St. Clair. Love never did love me. 1- A Summer day…The birds were singing near me.Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children.The sun-kissed my face… Continue reading
Kiss me once, kiss me twice. We learn too late. We can’t have everything we wanted. The chronicle of life can be un-fair. And we learn, somethings cannot be forgiven. Just accepted. Once… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc. Dear beautiful poet, please write on my bare skin, I love you, I love you. Please let’s lay bare and pray. The night will be never-ending. You and me,… Continue reading
She danced barefoot by the Clinton River. A beautiful woman danced alone by the Clinton River, her feet allowing the movement of the river, to caress her feet. The sun, sun-kissed her beautiful… Continue reading
You are easy on my mind. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me… Continue reading
The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me. The irony of a love tale, maybe love, maybe not? She told me, Fickle I am, fickle I was. I… Continue reading