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My sea love. Once we were brave. We kissed, we took off our clothing and we left the lights on. I remember you told me. “I am tire of the darkness, I am tire of whispered words hidden by the darkness. You and I. Once strangers and I want to see your face, your eyes… Read more
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Wildflowers. I have been laying in the cemetery of wars left and gone. Regrets dead and buried. Knowing old sins cannot be forgiven. I don’t seek forgiveness. I know you cannot be forgiven for acts of the loins and the greed. I have been drinking for 20 years and I cannot see the light at… Read more
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Our world. One earth and people, we are. The sea touches our feet, the sea belong to all the people of our world. The sun, sun-kissed our face. Same sun that touches every child face in our world. My grandchildren are tree-huggers like their grandfather. The forest is our kindest friend. The trees create fresh… Read more
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Deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he told me. Something we can’t be forgiven for. Exquisite lady in the dark tavern asked. Are you waiting for sin, more gin or me. I smiled and I… Read more
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Sweet pleasure and rare delights. (A old poem, from 1980) Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in my memory,sweet gifts from tender hearts held forever in my dreams. Yesterday I wouldn’t question the gift of love,today the tender touches… Read more
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The pretty flower near the sea. I was station at Fort Ord for three years from December 1991 to May 1994. I would walk the long beach from Fort Ord. to downtown Monterey, Monday thru Thursday. I read poetry every Tuesday at the Monterey Coffee shop. I befriended many and they called me the Poet.… Read more
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Lady mischief. The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near and I love the amber sky and star-lit nights.He sat alone, good cigar and a Long Island ice tea. A dark hair… Read more
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Sad brown eyes. A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me. In a turmoil of a kind love. A paradise of burning emotion. You can create a strange prison. I held her too tightly, I didn’t hold her enough. The fine line of giving and taking leave you confused. Love held on… Read more
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An ocean apart. You are laying heavy upon my sweet dreams and hope.I hold a simple letter in my hands.Your sweet words saved me from pity and sadness. You wrote sweet and kind words.“I’m waiting for you. I have loved you since we met at the candy shop. Please come back to me. You are… Read more
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1- J.D Salinger. My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to see. Lost a great love and sought salvation in loneliness. Mr. Salinger, what you could of taught us. 2- Mr. Hemingway.… Read more
Poetry, story and music.
