HARLEYS AND HIGHWAYS Oh for those windswept halcyon days, Of Harleys, rock & hemp-lined byways, Wind in hair & black leathered thigh, Beyond my vision, just wide blue sky. The throbbing thrush of engine´s purr, Tattooed wolf of drooling fang… Read More ›
I Remember My Father I remember my father. Remember being carried high on his shoulders when he was walking into town. I remember that I was scared. I had never been carried on shoulders before. Was there… Read More ›
Between the Covers Beyond the covers A world awaits Just open it up Like you would closed gates The mysteries within Will capture your attention Expanding your world And imagination Between the lines You have to read Your mind with… Read More ›
Angels Wings I am pondering the nature of angels wings. Fluttery things. Gossamer like powdery moths or butterflies, fluttering by. Or, feathered like a bird’s. Made to hover and soar. To glide on the thermals, higher and higher, heavenwards…. Read More ›
Beauty and Her Beast Her long legs straddle the Harley, a lover’s embrace, hair flails, body tenses, clutch tightens, excitement, acceleration, ecstasy, ominous and foreboding. Losing herself, heart pumping, pounding, matching the pulsating power of the big v-twin engine…. Read More ›
FOR KINDNESS For kindness, there are no medals awarded, For kindness, there is no prize ever rewarded, For kindness, never offered a trophy of fame, For kindness, nobody needs to know your name. For kindness is good… Read More ›
We used to go to the beach whenever we felt blue. We loved it at night especially. The sea used to bring us peace from somewhere far away in our souls, and even when we werenât sisters we… Read More ›
Not My Call by Jonathan T. Franklin Martin Devlin pulled to the curb at 45 miles an hour in front of the hotel. He had the half burned cigarette with the inch long ash at the side of… Read More ›
Invest in the Future Just when I think all hope is gone My faith extremely low I look in to the eyes of a child They hold such promise An eagerness to succeed No fear A reckless… Read More ›
The Resurrected Night Dream’s imagination, place of grace, luminous prism of delight, where invisible spirits shadow over ecstasy when blazing bright. Innocence corrupts experience, searching two real eyes our fate’s flight Changes with presents of destiny remains still and beams… Read More ›
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