Looking at my wife
in the early morning light
I’m a lucky guy
Looking at my wife
in the early morning light
I’m a lucky guy
Stirring the pasta
Drinking Italian red wine
She looks really fine
Worked garden for years
Hurricane blew all away
Start over next day
Boy and his father
Walking across the field
Bonding for lifetime
Over 21 still living at home
Do it on your own
Stop living in parents’ home
Life is no free ride
Go make your mark and have drive
You will feel so much alive
Today in garden
A lizard killed butterfly
At least reason why
Colorful mangoes
Hanging from my backyard tree
Are delight to see
Hey dude got a smoke?
Things turned South against the ropes
All gone except hope
When running business
Think just like the Japanese
Be in for long haul
Today’s tourists
Travelling all over globe
Check off bucket list
To show who is the coolest
While poor struggle to exist
Dressed in her teddy
Trimming my beard and shaves me
Kiss passionately
She’s a good woman
No tricks lies fooling around
Hangs tight when chips down
Wounded warriors
Chasing ghosts of happiness
down deep dark cavern
Peaceful morning swim
In Atlantic Ocean
Will not wash away sins
Parlez-vous français?
She looks fantastique
Wearing her silk lingerie
Sitting under tree
Having sweet biscuits and tea
Feeling Bourgeoisie
Dusting eight track tapes
Resurrects memories of
Carefree high school dates
Transplanting Gingers
Brings about tremendous peace
To my mind and soul
Copacabana Beach, Rio, Brazil
Drinking cachaça
Bonita morenas
Gringo no go casa
Clinging to palm tree
The Iguana looks at me
Like I’m trespassing
Tap Tap Tap the keys
Rum coke typewriter and me
Deep in fantasy
Eating nuts in trees
Squirrels could care less about
Human luxuries
Jumping out of bed
I rush out to my garden
To pick morning crops
Sprinkling tear-drops
Continuity is lost
Cold like winter frost
Street Photographers
Silently shoot their frames of
Everyday magic
Chip away extras
Wanting more more only festers
Toys are our masters
Mail carrier
Hauls his delivery bag
Full of surprises
Always at same time
She sits and drinks her red wine
Blocking out her mind
Shackled by ego
Possessed by hollow treasures
Mankind rots away
Cold Analysis
Conflicts with intuition
Causing me great pain
Working heavy bag
Stress drifts away from me like
Helium balloon
Paddling canoe
In the Florida Everglades
The boy becomes man
Scorching hot asphalt
Reminds me of obstacles
Faced in my lifetime
Season over soon
We will have beach to ourselves
Start up Bar-B-Que
I’m a block of ice
That you pulverize
With your pick and sledgehammer
Walking to the edge
Overcome with emotion
She sat down and cried
Smoking my corn pipe
Sitting on the river bank
A fantastic life
Numerous do try
It’s about longevity
Have the discipline
The cauldron burns red
Hatred will devour soul
Torment on deathbed