Freddy Zalta

Poetry, Love and Coffee – A cocktail of a life in progress.

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  • Save Good Girls Revolt

    Bring back Good Girls Revolt – there is so much to be told to the generation which feels that everything is entitled to them.

  • Night Moves

    I think back and I realize the world that was opened to me that evening, was a world filled with possibilities with no limitations. Love has no limitations and there is no turning back. We can never undo love – once love is expressed or felt – life becomes a before and after.

  • Who am I?

    The woman to the left of me was dark skinned and had black hair falling upon her face. The woman to the right of me had auburn hair, full lips and a stud in her nose. Each of them much younger than myself and stunning.

  • Blindfolded and Bound

    There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here. There is a river down the road, you can hear it roaring from up here. I sometimes wander and wonder if I could make it across to there.

  • Hatred

    We must look into each others eyes and recognize that we are all made of the same flesh and blood. Different ideology but the same biology. Accept the differences and celebrate them. Listen to each other and the words, emotions and expressions that are being communicated.

  • Sirens and The Occasional Bark

    A distant siren sounds, a light flicks on and off in apartments above the street lamp. Through a silhouette you can see the occupant pulling off their coat and suddenly a hat and the silhouette reveals it to be a woman. She stands there but I walk on past.

  • Follow Me Forever

    Moon, straight above us, a ray of light, there to guide us…Take my hand – let’s walk. Close your eyes, babe, and hold me tight, I am going to guide you home, make you feel alright. My left hand falls from your neck, runs softly down your back…

  • Memories on Paper

    He was an old man they say – too old to have lived at all. “Was he ever a dreamer, M’am or was he born to die?” Did he ever think about singing or playing ball?

  • Baseball The Greatest Sport

    There is also the curve ball, slider, knuckle ball and others which can make the batter look as if he does not belong anywhere near a bat much less a baseball field. But then, magically, the next pitch hangs too long in the air (a microsecond) and the hitter, who just looked incompetent; hits it…

  • Through These Newborn Eyes

    She walks and locks the door, I unbutton her shirt and she leans to me – I see her face so close to me – I can feel the heat from her love that she has always had for me. I am seeing life and love and I am in life and in love.