“The city of lights or anywhere”

The city of lights or anywhere.   We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading

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The last time I saw your face

The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember.   When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know, we have few mentors and people who shall love… Continue reading

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“Would you?”

Would you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain. I didn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower.   Love me not, for… Continue reading

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Too old to die young

Almost 61 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to die young. ———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the… Continue reading

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concerto

Originally posted on The Lonely Author:
concerto my love we envy the beach as we listen to an aria of the sea against the shore an ensemble of French kisses are the gentle…

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“Love is a careless child”

Love is a careless child   I took my pen to paper and wrote that love can be true, can be just us looking for empty shadows where the emotion of love is… Continue reading

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“Jealous of the night”

Jealous of the night   Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray… Continue reading

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Lead with kindness, concern and listen

Lead with kindness, concern and listen   I hope I make it till the Spring. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry) “A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind… Continue reading

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“What I Remember (14)” – Nayana Nair

Originally posted on it rains in my heart:
LOVE IS … hiding my smile when you walk towards metalking your name, just because i can(just to make sure that i can).feeling like a…

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Red Sunflowers

Originally posted on Nina Bell & The Feathertales:
Sitting here, I blankly stare At the red sunflowers Reflecting in the checkered window’s frosty glare. Rattling like a snake, My mind slithers me back…

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