Dressed in her teddy
Trimming my beard and shaves me
Kiss passionately
72
She’s a good woman
No tricks lies fooling around
Hangs tight when chips down
71
Wounded warriors
Chasing ghosts of happiness
down deep dark cavern
70
Peaceful morning swim
In Atlantic Ocean
Will not wash away sins
69
Parlez-vous français?
She looks fantastique
Wearing her silk lingerie
68
Sitting under tree
Having sweet biscuits and tea
Feeling Bourgeoisie
67
Dusting eight track tapes
Resurrects memories of
Carefree high school dates
66
Transplanting Gingers
Brings about tremendous peace
To my mind and soul
65
Copacabana Beach, Rio, Brazil
Drinking cachaça
Bonita morenas
Gringo no go casa
64
Clinging to palm tree
The Iguana looks at me
Like I’m trespassing
63
Tap Tap Tap the keys
Rum coke typewriter and me
Deep in fantasy
62
Eating nuts in trees
Squirrels could care less about
Human luxuries
61
Jumping out of bed
I rush out to my garden
To pick morning crops
60
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
59
Street Photographers
Silently shoot their frames of
Everyday magic
58
Chip away extras
Wanting more more only festers
Toys are our masters
57
Mail carrier
Hauls his delivery bag
Full of surprises
56
Always at same time
She sits and drinks her red wine
Blocking out her mind
55
Shackled by ego
Possessed by hollow treasures
Mankind rots away
54
Cold Analysis
Conflicts with intuition
Causing me great pain
53
Working heavy bag
Stress drifts away from me like
Helium balloon
52
Paddling canoe
In the Florida Everglades
The boy becomes man
51
Scorching hot asphalt
Reminds me of obstacles
Faced in my lifetime
50
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
49
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
48
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
47
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
46
Numerous do try
It’s about longevity
Have the discipline
45
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed
44
Walking down alley
The man looks up to the moon
Screaming
We are fools
43
Without loyalty
No relationship
Will be able to endure
42
The executive
Was always top of his game
Then he lost his mind
41
The human vultures
Violently feast on carcass
While drinking fine wine
40
Do not be afraid
A man does not play small games
Mirror hides nothing
39
It’s nice getting old
Let youth chase after riches
I’m playing my flute
38
The elevator
Opens and closes its doors
Like the flow of life
37
Walking in Garden
The Hermit enjoys the scent
of Angel Trumpets
36
Laying on the dunes
Looking up at the full moon
I begin to cry
35
Engulfed by his books
The Hermit scribbles his poems
Before it’s too late
