December (a sonnet)
Originally posted on Histories and Mysteries:
? We welcome in the season’s dazzling whites Snow falls like polished pearls upon the land, When days are short and oh so long the nights Jack…
Monthly Archive: December, 2018
‘Forget me not’
Forget me not —- She told me, flattery will get you everything. Please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies dear Poet.… Continue reading
To Purge, to purge, to purge
Originally posted on blossomsworld:
Some people eat to purgeThey devour platefuls ofLove, spoonfuls of hateBowls spilling with disgust. Some, drink vodka, ginWhiskey and bottled beerSwigging back painSipping on indifference. For some, it is…
Dear Jenn and the sea
Dear Jenn — She loved the sage. She loved the sea . She loved the ancient poets and ‘ I loved her. — Her wanting skin and her perfect face left me breathless.… Continue reading
Poet’s love. Chapter 13-15
The Poet’s love It was nearing the Midnight hour. Rose told everyone. I must rest. Me and Johnnie have a date at 3 am. At 8 am, you must be on the Hummingbird… Continue reading
The Poet’s love. Chapter 10-12
The Poet’s love — Last grasp at a miracle At three a.m sharp. Rosa knocked gently on Paloma and Johnnie room. He rose up and he open the door. She came in and… Continue reading
The Poet’s love. Chapter 7-9
The Poet’s love – The cancer A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new chapter. The Poet’s love Leo watched Paloma and Johnnie leave. Johnnie face had aged. The last time he saw him.… Continue reading
Poet’s love. Chapter 4-6
The Poet’s love-life, death and the good wine The four good friends sat near the Trujillo bay. Lawrence told them. Trujillo was touched by God. The bay and the gentle people. A blessing… Continue reading
The Poet’s love – part 1-3(edit)
(The Poet’s love A Chapter by Coyote Poetry A new story) The Poet’ love The old Poet loved the country of Honduras. He had come here often in his life and he loved… Continue reading
10 word poetry
Nude You leave me breathless, with nothing to hide, evening perfection. ————————————————————————— Wildflowers The wildflowers are jealous, with you near, become less beautiful. ——————————————————————————– Painted memories I wrote on skin,… Continue reading