The sea
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1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You told me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this. She asked me, where are the kind people? Where are the beautiful places? We walked barefoot into the Monterey Bay Pacific ocean. I… Read more
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Friday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a summer day, was a day by the sea and we dance.d Let’s’ do it once again. 3- Was a wonderful night, we held hands. Allowed our silence to allow love to grow. Dancing… Read more
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The sea of sadness and the storm of anger. 1- Sergeant Major was my friend. I drove him home every night and he would drink. I asked him. My friend, why must you get drunk every night? He told me. The sea of sadness, the sea of anger is so hard to forget. Good whiskey,… Read more
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Dear Monterey The kind Gods took me from war to you dear Monterey. I joined wars to try to die the proper death. Suicide, I couldn’t do. War didn’t want my death. The mercy of the Gods and dear Monterey took me to the paradise of the Pacific ocean. I loved the sea. I befriended… Read more
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Wanderlust 1- Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes,soft voice making me feel weak and captured,soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the dangerous river of hope. Damn those eyes. Those eyes make me want to know wanderlust and forget where I was going.I want to… Read more
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She was a dancer… She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest, and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands. She sought laughter and the kind people. I was the bar-room poet, the sea seeker and I… Read more
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I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always.. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends, and they would find the sea. They would sing and dance for the falling sun and the rising moon. I was lucky. Dear Maria, befriended me and she taught… Read more
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Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand, read and edit my work. You demand nothing from me. You laugh at my anger and you buy me a caramel apples… Read more
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Last bus going toward the sea.. 1- I traveled 1500 miles toward the Florida sea. It was the last bus to the ocean. I was reaching for a miracle, I was dreaming of a beautiful face. She found me waiting for her at the Big Boy in the city West Palm beach. She came to… Read more
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A lady vow. 1- A lady vow, maybe true, maybe a lie? Her pretty words are just promises to be broken. Her gift of a smile, her gift of a sweet kiss. Maybe they are just gifts for a lucky man. 2- The drunk poet told his lover. You and I, we know tomfoolery, do… Read more
