‘The crazy one’
The crazy one Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… Continue reading
The crazy one Beautiful lady can make me laugh when she dances to her own song. She is my crazy one. My wildflower who knows open roads and can make the sad days… Continue reading
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
His heart Was poorly woven The hard basket fiber, unwilling to smoothly coil He should have covered his heart when the boughs were green and supple Then he was…
Dark days of Texas- Wild buck Jalan- part four A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Another chapter Dark side of Texas-Wild buck Jalan- part four Wild buck Jalan left old man John drinking alone.… Continue reading
(Will finish this one tonight) Dark days of Texas A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story had begun. Dark days of Texas Another hot day in Texas. 110 degrees and the ground… Continue reading
You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hot day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea and you… Continue reading
Humble and kind The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew. He knows… Continue reading
Angels, muses and sirens. A Story by Coyote Poetry There are good and bad death. I recommend you pick the proper one. Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I… Continue reading
Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading
Originally posted on When Almonds Blossom:
Poem #4. This poem is in free verse. I was trying to focus on more description, emotion and stronger lines. I also was attempting to follow some…
Please enjoy the song and the words of a talented artist and writer. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog How plans change in the blink of an eye. Forever doesn’t quite mean as much when… Continue reading