Pretty Jen
Pretty Jen Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
Pretty Jen Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
She walks a path undiscovered, at least until now, where peonies and sunflowers and daffodils all happily and prettily grow in rows. Her…
Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
Angels come and angels go but they’re always watching down upon us. They carefully observe, they take care of us, ever present, although…
Hello everyone. Each of you are a wonder and I hope you can do something you enjoy today.
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading
A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He… Continue reading
Will I find you tonight? A walkaway love left me waiting for her to return. I remember her tight black dress and her beautiful face. She told… Continue reading
Originally posted on David Redpath:
“It is something to be deep in the snow in Winter, to be deep in the yellow leaves in Autumn, to be deep in the ripe wheat in…