Warrior Peace
Originally posted on White Rainbows:
You can lock me up. You can. But that’s just my body, Can’t you see? You can touch me, As you will. But that’s just my skin, Do…
Monthly Archive: October, 2018
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A little about love
Originally posted on Spidah's Writing Den:
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree�” The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild…
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Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry ————————————————————————— I found you again in 1992. My war was over and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen… Continue reading
‘The Chelsea hotel’
The Chelsea hotel A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at… Continue reading
‘Never talk to a stranger’
Never talk to a stranger The last tavern on the Austin, Texas street “fifth street”. Low music and people seeking conversation and some people seeking privacy. Pretty lady sat near me and she… Continue reading
Soldier of fortune
Soldier of fortune ————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading
What is a poem?
Originally posted on Megha's World:
This poem is first in the anthology of poems based on the Lifecycle of a poem What is a poem? I call them little bits of creativity…
Dying, lying and you
Dying, lying and you Last house near the lake. Was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings. We would find the quiet lake rarely, for we loved the… Continue reading
Stories my grandmother told me.
Originally posted on Zizywrites:
My grandmother is an avid story teller. She has the gift of describing events in a way that you get the perfect picture. As such, I love listening to…