New beginnings.
New trepidations.
Old inclinations.
Old wounds.
Same aura.
Same habitual soul.
Same promises.
Same rhymes.
Him: Hello, the One
Who asks for Too
Much.
Me: Goodbye.
What's best for me
is best for ye.
Hello to modified dreams,
dashed and disappeared.
When will the horribly wretched
karma end?
How many lifetimes
will we try again?
How many times til I wake up
from Groundhog Day
without bruises?
If only knowledge made me wise,
I would have no one to blame.
What should I change?
I don't want it all to be the same.
I don't want our faults to define us.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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