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The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey, and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more time, my love, my beautiful Kathy. The shadows of her kind face had been haunting me since the last time I saw her.… Read more
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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you. I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I knew your face. You read poetry ugliness of love, the ugliness of life at the Tuesday poetry reading at the coffee shop… Read more
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Dance me to the end of love. 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers. Under an cloudless night, two lover find the midnight dance and the gift of the sweet kiss. Forbidden love leave two people,… Read more
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A thousand years. You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing to the afternoon sun. I stood-up and I joined you in the dance of laughter and joy. I whispered to your wanting… Read more
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Please come home to me. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful. The Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day. I drink the California wine in the night. I sit in the places where Hemingway found some kind of peace. Monterey is so… Read more
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With you. I saw the four corners of the world seeking perfect place, I wanted to observe the rare views of a lucky life, I stood in the clouds upon the giant mountains, I free-climbed to secret waterfalls and found hidden places of peace. I followed the path of Hemingway and I learn what he… Read more
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Colors… (The new world is here. Let’s be kind to each. Call someone you miss. Help the people you can. I pray our leaders are helping our brothers and sisters countries. Be a friend. If someone is afraid. Call Johnnie. I wrote this poem in 1978 and added some lines.) Black, white, brown and yellow.… Read more
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Sway. The Poet’s wishes. Always sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s prayer and wishes for the waiting poet. He watched her. Her black dress cut down to her knees allowing his eyes to… Read more
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Brick, upon another brick. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn one day. Better to celebrate each new day with gusto. You shall pay for every sin done one day. If you live… Read more
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First words, last words. Words can be powerful tools,can awake the fearful and dead in heart. Sweet love, eternal love,tender love make me dream and yearn for the kind embrace.Sweet fragrant of love please allow me dwell in the sweetness of sweet kiss,allow me to know the tranquil place where lovers know true pleasure and… Read more
