Tag Archive: Poet

I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading

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‘My Joan of Arc

My Joan of Arc   She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real… Continue reading

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‘The waltz of the Angels

The waltz of the Angels   I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading

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I dream of you

I dream of you   I remember Paris. You were in your perfect place and free. Your mind running wild in the beauty of the old city of Paris. The kind, City of… Continue reading

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Midnight invitation’

Photo by “Midnight Invitation”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop Midnight invitation The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the… Continue reading

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‘What you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.

What you give with a hopeful heart, you will get more in return.   If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and… Continue reading

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Adrift in memory

The night rain   Velvet and silk dreams turned stormy and dark. I held you close and I whispered. A little bit longer dear love, I want to listen to your heart and… Continue reading

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You drove me to madness’

You drove me to madness   I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights.   You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea… Continue reading

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‘Just might’

Just might She gave me a kind smile as we danced the Texas two-step. She whispered in my wanting hears. “Dear Johnnie. People are foolish. They long to stay and long to escape… Continue reading

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‘Lover, murderer and the damn memories’

Dear December The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you. A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered. Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me,… Continue reading

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