Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.
Wild Maria, dancing Maria. My Winter storm.. The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
A penny for your thoughts..
A penny for your thoughts… 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
When did I get old?
1- Time isn’t kind to us.. Once I was a soldier, once I was a business man and now I am a old man. I told the Lake St. Clair. What we did… Continue reading
Last bus going to the sea..
Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine..
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair… I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
A bloody Mary..
A bloody Mary…. A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress. Texas poetry.
The lady in the black dress.. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
10 word poetry.
Nude.. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection.————————————————————————— Wildflowers.. The wildflowers are jealous,with you near,become less beautiful.——————————————————————————– Painted memories.. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. ————————————————————————————— Kiss and touch..… Continue reading
Wanderlust..
Wanderlust —Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous river… Continue reading