The sea and the chess game.
The sea and the chess game. Old Poet set-up the chess game and I opened the bottle of tequila.The old man had few friends. People see an old man with no-place to go.They… Continue reading
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The sea.
The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles with our words. We must be kind to… Continue reading
Her Gypsy heart.
Her Gypsy heart. 1- Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a… Continue reading
The sea.
The perfect sea. The golden dust was upon us and the warm day made the sea sweeter and more wonderful. You released your sundress and swirl in a free-fall dance near the sea,… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. Westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is calling to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep… Continue reading
By the sea.
By the sea. I told her, I want little. When I return home to you. Please meet me at the Monterey pier and please wear your dancing shoes. I need a dance with… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer.
She was a sea dancer. She was a painter; part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.
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
Almost home. Hemingway photos.
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading
I remember you, I remember us. And an amazing Kansas song.
I remember you, I remember us Once we were young and free. You were my California dream and I was your Hemingway. We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank… Continue reading