After Hours: Haven
Originally posted on Go Dog Go Café:
we are often just ships passing by during the frenetic work week our sleep/wake cycles not in sync ruminating silently in the night hours over our…
Monthly Archive: September, 2017
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Avenge
Originally posted on Moccasins at Meadow Arc:
an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth and so such sayings whisper “the past won’t pass til suns set on necks of…
“A dance with death”
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. ————————————————————————————————————————- A dance with Death.… Continue reading
Silence
Silence A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of silence. Some good and some bad. Silence Old wise saying was “Silence is golden”. I don’t know if the words are true? Tonight… Continue reading
“Holy as love”
Holy as love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some short poetry. Holy as love —–Pretty woman dancing with me on the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading
“Why do we write story and poetry?”
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry… Continue reading
“Write, write and write some more”
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand?… Continue reading
“Coming home”
Coming home A Poem by Coyote Poetry You can’t come back from where you left. The road become twisted and we become confused. Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading… Continue reading
“A woman, like you”
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Reading my poetry from 1993. Made me think of a good memory and good time. A woman. like you. Me and my sweet… Continue reading
“The season of love”
The season of love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Old memories. The seasons of love Late August 1978. My Scotland Beauty and I were enjoying our last days and nights together. She was… Continue reading