Memories

As I said right before my vacation, jobs fill our pockets. Adventures fill our souls. My first 5 days in the Dominican Republic were at a beach resort to relieve my stress. This was the view outside my balcony.

There was nightly entertainment. On the second night 8 professional dancers selected 4 men and 4 women from the audience to compete in a Dancing With the Stars competition. Yes, I was selected. When I survived the first five rounds (rock & roll, the twist, hip hop, lambada, and salsa) I thought I had a chance. The last two elimination rounds were the typical island dances; merengue and bachata (my forte). At the end of the competition I was called back onto the stage to receive my award (a bottle of rum) and I pulled a hamstring. The very next day I received Swedish massage to ease my pain.

One of the reasons I went to the island was to see the humpback whales. These whales come every winter from as far away as northern Canada and Norway. This is a single female flirting and letting the males know she is free. The white on their tails are like our fingerprints. No two whales are alike.

Here I captured two males crashing into one another as they fought for the attention and right to be with the female. In all, there were four males fighting for the lone female. I guess she had an amazing tail.

This is my goddaughter Dibel (proounced Dee-bell). We spent plenty of time together shopping, beaching, and playing. Now, the peculiar thing about Dibel is she swears her parents gave her the wrong name. She insists her name was supposed to be Lily. So, I always make sure to call her Lily.

My good firiend Luis has a slight resemeblence to actor Daniel Craig. After years of teasing him about it, I put it to a test. One night in a beach bar, I turned on the charm and convinced two lovely ladies that Luis is James Bond’s stunt double. Well, after a wonderful night of dancing, laughing, and drinking, the two ladies left the bar with 007’s stunt double. Lonely Author went back to his room alone.

Because of the wedding, I had the opportunity to stay at this private resort for two nights. This was the table where I had breakfast and did some writing.

My long time followers recognize Ally. We spent some time together at the 75th birthday party and at the beach wedding.

I had the chance to dine at two mountainside restaurants. This one Aroma De La Montaña (Aroma of the Mountain) has a revolving floor which gave us spectacular views while me and my friends dined.

Ah, the wedding. It was my first time being a bestman. I had plenty of fun dancing and mingling. I recited poetry (English and Spanish) during the bestman speech at the celebration.

Sadly, I said goodbye to two old dear friends Maria (95) and Tato (93). Hope they will still be there when I return.

Here is a peek at one of the orange sunsets.

Life is about the memories we make. And the memories waiting to be made. So, go out there and make some memories of your own.

Can’t wait to go back.

she cast a spell on me

she cast a spell on me

a crow caws
as a black cat
points its tail at me
wine colored lips recite
a magical verse
of enchanting words
inducing days of red roses
and oleander nights
my soul is hers
she has snatched
my heart from me
beguiled
bewitched
bewildered
‘ver since she cast a spell
with an incantation
in her poetry


do dreams really come true

do dreams really come true

they say the waves never stop
caressing your footprints
with a white dance
of pirouetting ocean foam
the breeze whispers your name
through trembling palm leaves
as coconuts gently fall
constructing our love hut of a home

the moon told me
she has never seen anything
as brilliant as your eyes
your adoring eyes
she suggests I make our chats endless
by squeezing the entire beach
into a sun dial
as immense as the sun rise

oh, to taste an orange sunset
with you my pet
as we swing in a hammock
made just for two
listen to the island sing a song
encouraging me
to stop fantasizing and ask
my love
do dreams really come true

teardrops

teardrops

her words are teardrops
preserved in my eyes
like liquid diamonds
of inspiration
cascading in my heart
seeping bone deep

should you find any beauty
in the verses I spill
it is her reflection
always swimming
in the poetry I weep

exotic fruit

exotic fruit

fluttering island skirts
flash silky thighs
feeling an urge for sin
I feel the rhythm
before the music begins
palm leaves sway
along with enticing hips
mango and passion fruit
linger on inviting lips

some cravings
are as irresistible
as the pull of the evening tides
my desires ebb and flow
memories fall
fantasies rise

a dreamer or a fool
surrounded by exotic fruit
longing for a taste of
only you

Photo taken by me.

in the whispers of palm trees




in the whispers of palm trees

my mind wanders aimlessly
like algae on the sea
beneath my rolled-up khakis
warm waves crash upon my feet
reminding me of…..sigh

a gentle caress
trembles my skin
underneath my white shirt
I turn to reach for her
my hands grasp an island breeze
paradise is lost
she is the treasure I never had

sand seeps from longing fists
I call her name
as her silent giggles echo
in the whispers of palm trees

Photo taken by me.

dress of sand

Girl-In-Funny-Sand-Creative-Art-Dress

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Don’t know why, but I am feeling a little beachy today.

dress of sand

It was love at first sight

When the siren arrived bare

For the nudist wedding

Only to suddenly discover

It was a dressed affair

She knit a dress of weeds

With a sexy little slit

But it made her look all soggy

So she continued searching

‘til she found the perfect outfit

Asking the maiden for a dance

I reached for her tender hand

The siren broke my heart

For she had no desire to ruin

Her pretty dress of sand

Happy Valentines Day