You are my freedom…
You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good booze and… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: June, 2020
The twisted dance of love…
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
The Serpent’s Sonnet
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
Lilith and Eve by Yuri Klapouh Cupid and Psyche by Kinuko Y Craft Spleen et Idéal by Carlos Schwabe I wish I could find solace in…
40 cents more…
40 cents more ———————————————————————————————- I called Scotland at 10 pm, hoping for a proper goodbye, Beautiful Sheena answered her telephone and she told me, Johnnie, I forgave you, We held love for a… Continue reading
Beloved
Originally posted on BBSheWrites:
This poem was inspired by a song that I hold very dear to my heart. Mumford and Sons : Beloved https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IqFsRt0uYzA This beautiful piece of art reminds me of…
The Nature of Living
Originally posted on BBSheWrites:
As I look around at the flowers in full bloom around me, I find comfort in knowing that nature works in balance, that its energy gives me life and…
If I had magic….
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide… Continue reading
Please tell me a story…
Please tell me a story Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading
Jealous of the night…
Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the… Continue reading
California poetry
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny… Continue reading