Monthly Archive: February, 2019

“Rose colored glasses”

Rose colored glasses   We made wishes to the Autumn moon. We laid on a hill in a sleeping bag and we talked of great dreams. You were going to be a nurse… Continue reading

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“Sugar and spice”

Sugar and spice You lifted your eyes for me. Your eyes dancing with joy and filled with wilderness. I whispered to you. Dear lover, do you want to hear a lullaby? You gave… Continue reading

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‘I want to dance with you’

I want to dance with you   The night is long and the songs are good. You are looking so beautiful and your eyes are demanding my attention. I whispered to you, I… Continue reading

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‘Quiet echos and secluded places

Quiet echos and secluded places   The coffee shop poet told the young listener. great oceans rise and fall, the wind cannot be locked up and love is not free.   We will… Continue reading

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Sharing a Nectarine

Originally posted on Life, Love, Poetry, & Other Randomness:
Two girls sharing a nectarine One so very young The other not so much Singing songs of the summer Dreaming of picnics and swings…

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Happy or sad?

Happy or sad? Pretty Irish girl with eyes of river blue. I saw heaven in her eyes and I told her. “Dear Colleen, never dance with the devil, never make promises, you cannot… Continue reading

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If we make it through December.

If we make it through December Pretty Jenny was long-legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step and I love having her body near. She was a Austin beauty… Continue reading

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Desert Flower

Amazing poetry by a talented writer.

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Soldier’s poetry

What is left? The dead will not rise. War steal the best from us, who remember the people in the mass graves? Children cry, Soldier die Old friend you were killed in Iraq,… Continue reading

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Originally posted on The Catharsis of a Poet:
Love like the silken strands, From the ancient mulberry tree, Winding you and your beloved, Into a cocoon on a summer’s day, Doesn’t exist. Love…

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