Flesh and bones
“We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.” We… Continue reading
“We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.” We… Continue reading
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Jazz Artwork from Google hugging hope … years days moments minutes hours months weeks decades, pockmarked, weary, skidding, clinging onto, raging roads, hobbled, shovelled, dragged deep, wrestling demons…
In California. 13 people were kill. A soldier did the action. Why? Thank you President Bush. His action screw-up a Middle East that was getting along. Now we teach our youth. About war… Continue reading
(Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor.) Dead man stew Poor man… Continue reading
My First love A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me , her smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978.. The first taste of… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep The doors are locked and window block by the red satin curtains. We infuse our bodies freely and wildly and we tossed the silk sheets upon the cold… Continue reading
Originally posted on Poetry Gems:
Your love By sage de amor The love I feel for you Can’t be bought The way I treat you Can’t be taught Next to you My soul…
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading
The tango When I saw you waiting. I saw the perfect red. You were waited with a patience silence. I watched you for a moment drinking in the exquisite view of bare shoulders,… Continue reading
The stillness of the midnight night hours Where are you my sweet lover? Where are you dancing and drinking tonight? Where are you running freely in the big world? I know… Continue reading