Home -part two
(Home, sweet home. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.) Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy.… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2019
Home – part one
The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of… Continue reading
Always
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Sorrow You come from the juxtapose of joy As I ate words of love I had been starving for Felt your surround like a glory My body opening for…
We had the month of May, once.
We had the month of May, once Pretty gal from Italy told him by the Monterey Bay, the pipe dream poet, he isn’t poetry, he isn’t love, he is cursed, cursed to… Continue reading
“We are born to live and we are born to live”
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading