Category Archive: Monterey

Dead flowers and my verbal poetry.

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… Continue reading

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The Gypsy dance…

The Gypsy dance   Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading

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If it be your will…

If it be your will   I saw her sitting alone with a small child. Pretty auburn hair and hazel eyes. Soft tears were falling her eyes and I went to her.  I… Continue reading

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Dear Monterey

Dear Monterey     Once imprison man was taught how to be free by the dear Pacific. Kind Monterey, showed him, he had just begin. Once the Winter days of life stole his… Continue reading

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I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice…

(I found some old letters from dear Beatrice. I found some old poetry. I hope you like)   I gave my love to you,  my sweet Beatrice   Was Monterey, was the sea… Continue reading

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My dear Beatrice…

My dear Beatrice   She told me. “Johnnie become like the dancing waves. Wild and free. Allow the Monterey nights to make us know the freedom and  the laughter. Enter into the mediation… Continue reading

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“Roses and lovers”.

Roses and lovers “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading

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The poet and the naked lady

 (Watch the videos. Amazing.) The poet and the naked lady I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and… Continue reading

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My sea love

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… Continue reading

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A self-portrait

 A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading

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