Listen to the wind…

Listen to the wind….. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading →

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Johnnie’s verbal poetry and the poem.

Dead flowers I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading →

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Poetry, drink and your memory…

 The ray of the sun…. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near, he dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading →

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Everybody hurt…

Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes… Continue reading →

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Damn your eyes…

Damn those eyes Light and dark collide when I found you.You are my black magic woman who make me wish for enchanting nights where you and I.Are free and wild. Free of locked… Continue reading →

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Marion Hill song and a poem.

 Down, baby, down… Dreaming and believing, living and dying. Loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days, demanding or careless, song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we shall… Continue reading →

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Isabella, dear Isabella…

Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading →

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Naming Grief

Originally posted on The Wild Heart of Life:
How do you talk about a sunset, without sounding like every conversation about sunsets? At the market, the checker she says, The sunset is beautiful—I…

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Misfit

Originally posted on Leila Samarrai:
It would be romantic… to imagine… I was an unusual personality In which two opposing cultures, religions, Traditions were united, In the collision of the East and the…

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Lilac wine…

Lilac wine —————————————————————————————–She whispered, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. ——————————————————————————————- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can paint her red,… Continue reading →

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