We will know happiness, we will know sadness.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) We will know happiness, we will know sadness. 1- Once I drank in life, once I search for new places and new faces. I left… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
No-one comes back the same.
No-one comes back the same. (April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) 1- I left you in late December and I did not look back. You were so beautiful, so kind. We… Continue reading
Old soldiers.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) 1- My stepfather was a paratrooper in WW2. He was six foot in height and 200 pounds. Was a police officer for 20 plus year,… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Never love a broken-hearted woman.
Never love a broken-hearted woman. (April is poetry month. New poetry number seventeen.) 1- Was a sweet dream once. Prettiest gal I ever known. Befriended me and I adored her. I didn’t learn… Continue reading
The sea and the painter.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number sixteen.) 1- She told me on a warm summer day near the Monterey Bay. I like living alone. It is my kitchen; it is my garden.… Continue reading
We need love words. And a wonderful German song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number fifteen.) We need love words. 1- Te amo, Ich liebe dich, Ti amo. Kindest and sweetest words, we need to hear. 2- I did not know.… Continue reading
A Germany story of love.
(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.) A Germany story of love. Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977. Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer. I… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair. An amazing song by Julia Elise.
The Scarborough fair. One. I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home. I have become a stranger. Two. I… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal.
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal. “Doc Holliday prayer. I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading