Sand
The sea was before him, the cliffs were behind. So he sat down and thought, till a thought came to mind. “I’ll build me a house. There’s plenty of sand.
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Poem
Poems – subcategory of the Main Poetry category on Angie’s Diary | Online Magazine.
NYC
It has changed so much from when I lived there in the early 80s, West 70th near Central Park West, an apartment like a closet
The Bloom Of Youth
We’ll strike out for adventure, we’ll wrap ourselves up in destiny. Feel the wind in your hair and desire in your veins.
The Brook
She took the flower,
the flower she took,
that came down with the water,
that came down with the brook.
Carnivores
He was younger and taller,
dressed nicer than me,
as I went to the store,
for cigarettes and some tea.
Then when I came out.
he was waiting, you bet,
and he said kinda loud,
“Hey man, you got a cigarette?”
Aging Troubadour
Aging Troubadour. I sing sweet songs to serenade the beauty on the balcony. Her fierce duenna has forbade the maid to show herself to me. I hear her trying to persuade her to allow a glance at me. You must keep well back in the shade and hide your face most carefully The lady did […]
It is Easier to Dismiss the Thought
Pale moonlight shining on the mist.
May well convince you ghosts exist.
The apparitions that you see.
You can ascribe to fantasy
When I Die
When I die I ask that I be buried so that I lie in the heart of that dense black forest at the foot of those mist-shrouded mountains Dig a deep
When the Walls Fall Down
There comes a time, when the walls fall down. We see age in the eyes of a friend. We smile.
Some lines for Yevgeny
Some lines for Yevgeny on his departure to parts unknown… Quietly in a cup of hot chai. Besides the swift stream of the living soul