Tag Archive: Poet

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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‘She crazy’

She’s crazy   I was like my father I believed. I liked the whiskey and the gin. And I loved the women too. I believe I was a rolling stone who wanted the… Continue reading

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‘Fever’

Fever   I told her.” Love don’t die sweetie. Love is like the German wines, become more sweeter and tastier with time.” Tonight you are wearing your red dress and dangerous smile. I… Continue reading

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‘The man who couldn’t cry’

The Man Who Couldn’t Cry   The old soldier told me. You can win some and you can lose some, you will feel like a free God and you will know the walls… Continue reading

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‘The portrait of you’

The portrait of you Phantom dreams led me to you. You were my illusion of perfection. I was flattered when you condemn me to loving you forever by a gesture of hello and… Continue reading

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My Grandfather house

My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to a old man.   I remember following… Continue reading

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Bang, bang

  ‘Bang, bang’ Pretty as a perfect picture, she sat alone with the 45 near and the Black Velvet whiskey almost gone. She called me at 3 am and she asked me. Do… Continue reading

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