All This

Bed chamber romances,
With kingdoms at stake,
Lost in stolen glances…

You Linger

Like a faint wisp of smoke,
Or a letter unread,
Like an itch I can’t get to,
You linger in my head…

Forgotten

I have forgotten most everything,
Paled all the vivid reminders…

All This

Bed chamber romances,
With kingdoms at stake,
Lost in stolen glances…

Reminder of the Good

We shared a puits d’amour,
In the café on rue Bonaparte,
Parisian nights the gallery,
And pastry the delicious art…

You Linger

Like a faint wisp of smoke,
Or a letter unread,
Like an itch I can’t get to,
You linger in my head…

Little Moments

The scandalous rum,
melts with setting sun…

Sunday Morning

I can smell your coffee,
As morning light dapples your hair…

Kiss Me Like…

Kiss me like,
Love is your madness,
Infect my world,
Drive me insane.

8,760 Hours and My Thanks

Well, my kind and faithful readers, today marks one year since the return to my blog.

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JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

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The Poetorium at Starlite

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Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author, Veteran

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

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A journey into the labyrinth of my sceptical mind.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author