Showing posts with label Some Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Some Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Goodbye to those Memories…
Remembering a friendship, like a midnight walk through town. You see the taverns and the dark alleys.
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2020 at 05:34PM,
Dust bowls,
Freddy Zalta,
friendships,
goodbye,
January 18,
memories,
rain,
Some Poetry
Thursday, January 16, 2020
Miracles can Heal
Love does heal, love does erase the past pains and love does light up even the darkest of moments. Love for oneself is the rage these days and it is the first step towards understanding and respecting just who you are. But when you give love selflessly that is when the healing begins.
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Simplicity in Love
mi ricorderĂ² per sempre, il tuo profumo, il tuo tocco, le tue labbra sulle mie labbra ... anche se era solo una notte ...
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2020 at 05:14AM,
Freddy Zalta,
January 14,
Some Poetry
Monday, January 13, 2020
Memories or Where did the Time Go?
Reminiscing being in 7th and 8th grade with a great group of friends... Over 40 years ago.. Why are the memories so clear? Is it because I've edited out some scenes or changed the endings in my mind?
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2020 at 04:19PM,
Freddy Zalta,
January 13,
Some Poetry
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Sunday, October 27, 2019
Poison and Theft
Poison and Theft and a wealth of rationalizations.
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2019 at 01:29PM,
Freddy Zalta,
October 27,
Some Poetry
Friday, October 25, 2019
The Stranger in the reflection, only confirms your intuition that you are not who you think you are, will be or ever was...
Sunday, September 01, 2019
Deceptive Truth
Signs point me in the wrong direction or perhaps I am reading them wrong? Living a life in a self deception and feeling if it's been me behind the mask all along? Lost in this wilderness… I don't want to… Be free… I don't want to… Lose sight of me…
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2019 at 10:00AM,
deception,
dreams,
Freddy Zalta,
lost,
September 01,
Some Poetry,
truth
Monday, August 12, 2019
When the time has Run out…
When love is all around, as you are lowered into the ground - what are you feeling? Is it peace or regret?
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2019 at 09:36AM,
August 12,
Freddy Zalta,
hearts,
life,
live,
love,
Some Poetry,
time
Thursday, August 08, 2019
Frenzied life
Willy Loman, George Costanza, Freddy Goodwell, salesman who lost their way and ended up with nothing, a pole and a legacy erased. Somewhere Howard Beale is opening a window as the king of mice contemplates his next move. T.S. Garp walks through the halls and sees Harpo Marx taking to himself out loud, while Charlie […]
Thursday, July 11, 2019
Love can be that way
Her eyes were wide open in love and she could see no imperfections in the man who held her hand. Love can be that way…
Tuesday, July 02, 2019
A Masterpiece in Shreds
I see you, you see me and you turn away and blush. I smile and you see me from the side with a quick glance, I smile and I walk closer. I sense your perfume and I yearn for your lips, your neck… I remember the times we sat together facing an empty stage, your […]
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2019 at 02:51PM,
broadway,
Freddy Zalta,
ghosts,
jolson,
July 02,
Some Poetry
Monday, July 01, 2019
Open Your Hands
Like an early December evening, the sun sets too soon and the darkness swallows up the tunes and I forget the words to your song, is that even possible?
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2019 at 03:22PM,
eternal faith,
Freddy Zalta,
July 01,
prayer,
Shema Yisrael,
Some Poetry,
Your song
Thursday, June 06, 2019
Fire in the Well
The rivers that surround us are overflowing, some folks are praying for the rain to stop. I'm just walking in circles trying to catch even one raindrop…
Wednesday, June 05, 2019
Pink and Other shades of Love
A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from France. They had arrived in New York ten years earlier, separately, with different spouses, to escape the Germans who were now marching through Paris, but who back then, were just knocking on the doors of France - all set to break them down if not opened.
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2019 at 12:35PM,
edith piaf,
Freddy Zalta,
June 05,
la vie en rose,
love,
Some Poetry
Friday, May 31, 2019
Purity in Emotion
Childhood...the wonder years...purity in emotion, purity in exuberance and purity in intention...
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2019 at 11:39AM,
children,
emotions,
Freddy Zalta,
May 31,
nomisim,
poetry,
present,
purity,
Some Poetry
Tuesday, May 28, 2019
Whispers in Whispers
Walking across the wooden bridge it moans with each step as the beanstalk lady comes racing by in her never-ending quest of running… to where? From whom?
Tuesday, May 21, 2019
Which Side, Paradise?
Through a window, a phone booth and a stranger, in dark glasses and a blue jean suit. A railroad not far from here and you can feel the ground stutter and shake softly… As the stranger stands on front of an old phone booth, in old New York City… Where the ghosts from the days […]
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2019 at 04:24PM,
flappers,
Freddy Zalta,
ghosts,
May 21,
paradise,
phone booth,
Some Poetry
Monday, April 08, 2019
You Know the Song
There was a sunrise and then just as quickly a sunset. You know the song… Time goes way too quickly and youth vanishes overnight.
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2019 at 12:28PM,
April 08,
child,
Freddy Zalta,
life,
love,
poetry,
Some Poetry,
time,
train,
wordpressauthors
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Music and all those Sounds
An old photograph, song or an aroma can bring back a sense of love, desire or romance to an empty deserted road once filled with laughter and inspired thousands of tales. It's now littered with knocked down homes, abandoned vehicles, stray dogs, alley cats and squirrels who wander the streets in search of crumbs or what may have fallen on the ground...
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2019 at 04:13PM,
abadoned love,
flowers,
Freddy Zalta,
March 27,
music,
Some Poetry,
straydogs,
truth,
wordpress
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