‘He remembered love’
He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
“Billie Holiday” by Banksy quasi-philosophical scribble … whispers echo, stumbling, crawling, caught in sandstorms, trudging across deserts, strewn with famished hearts, staying afloat, somehow, ceaselessly bashed by merciless…
Originally posted on e-Paper Poetry of Vinx:
Muslims, Christians, Hindus, Buddhist and others Battle over an ideology tagged by doctrines… Killing one another; I can’t take it no more. I am a soloist,…
(Thank you Tumblr) Glorious red Lace and cotton dreams, is you, my love. I love the fire in your heart, the softness of your voice. You make my dreams, glorious red and perfection.… Continue reading
You are my Spring time Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your… Continue reading
Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
an end that came too soon full stop on a sentence beginnings a storied introduction mix of joy and pain knowledge found in a glance soul an open…