Hotel California- Santa Cruz

Hotel California-  Santa Cruz   I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had… Continue reading

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Waves of Poetry

Originally posted on Survival Through Faith Via Creative Writing:
Waves of Poetry – We ride the lush waves of poetry beneath a creamy, vanilla moon. . ? Be it January, our love fashions it,…

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Epic Poem: Santa Cruz Beach at Midnight

Originally posted on Seoul Sister:
Midnight on the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz I leave the Carousel Hotel’s sweet shelter lured by the ocean’s endless purring rumbled perfection of pristinely white salt foamed waves…

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The stormy sea

  The stormy sea   Life is like a burning candle, we can burn brightly or we can fade away to distance memory.   I told my friend, I am too old to… Continue reading

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The lady of the lake

Lady of the lake I loved the weeping willows trees by the lake, I loved the month of July and August. Once I wanted death and my lady of the lake, whispered a… Continue reading

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the day that never comes-Gabriela M.

Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
the sea throws fishing nets into the sky the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore acoustic ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night…

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yes girls-Mela Blust

Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
in steel country, in coal country daddy drove a truck and mama prayed good girls laid on our backs; we crushed our wings we let the…

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Liberty (a short story)

Originally posted on Poetkisses:
? Like a petulant child, Liberty locked herself away in lavatory. She was tired of being pushed around and didn’t want to fight anymore. She shouted: “They all dump…

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“You are my poetry”

You are my poetry   Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard.  … Continue reading

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“I will sing the blues for you”

I will sing the blues for you   Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz.   The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me,… Continue reading

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