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I saw your laying nude alone in our king size bed and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body nearby. Serene night can leave two people on different paths. Love will fade if it doesn’t know attention and care. Love is… Read more
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We must be, like a sea (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.”—-John Dryden) I told the Pacific Ocean, I have forgotten more than I remember. I danced alone for the midnight moon, moving and grooving to the sound of… Read more
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She ambushed my heart. The poet near the sea sings a lullaby. Tra la, la, la. Was the prettiest gal in Michigan and I loved her so. Jenny, Jenny. I remember you. Tra la, la. Once sweet girl ambushed my heart. Once sweet and sensual Jenny told me, “Come live with me and be my… Read more
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My dearest Monterey butterfly. She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone wanted to get close. She adored the sea; she loved to dance alone on the Monterey Bay seaside. I told her dear Angela, love and men are thieves. Always wanting… Read more
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My singing Nightingale.. 1- Merrily, merrily, we shall go. We will freely escape, seeking the sun, seeking the sea. We may find love? We may hear the Nightingale song? We may find the Pacific? We may find peace? 2- He was blinded by war. Now he was seeking the California mermaids. Once, in a sweet… Read more
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Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more
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Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want. Please tell me, I am your everything. I want… Read more
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I want to get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remembers a beauty. Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him. I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany. He remembered her kind eyes and… Read more
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Grandma hands. Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the real cook to do her work. Grandpa told me often. Leave your anger and disappointment outside. My home is a place to know love, have some good conversation and gather… Read more
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Eloquence woman. She asked me. Johnnie, you come to me and we talk till darkness. I read my books to you and we drink coffee. We are sea walkers and you hold my hand softly, dear Johnnie. You never talk of the past and you told me often. Life is now. I told her, my… Read more
Poetry, story and music.
