Poetry Blogs (memory)
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair. *
She’s so sweet and loving.
I’m good looking for a man of my age,
with handsome gray hair – what there is of it –
that girls like to pat like they pat a pet dog.
I can’t wag my tail like a dog,
but I can flash a sweet smile.
My wrinkles portray character
and the wisdom that comes with age.
Skin cancers between wrinkles
betray my time ...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 9:42 pm
Be my brightest night
When I felt that sun glow touch
Emanate from your soft smile
Coldest wind be the
Torture of my skin
While your love seals me in
The violet of the dawning sky
The scarlet of the new sunrise
Is all I feel when you’re nearby…
This is but a memory…
Grab my heart and never let go
Do you remember that ...
Monday 17th February 2020 9:06 am