67 Days 16 hours 10 minutes – Let me be clear
Originally posted on Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul:
Let me be clear there is nothing more dear than the privilege of voting I for one am hoping the days go by…
Originally posted on Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul:
Let me be clear there is nothing more dear than the privilege of voting I for one am hoping the days go by…
If I had magic (A old poem. I wish we stop the madness. This is one earth and one people.) Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient… Continue reading
Originally posted on Wanderer:
In depths of the valley of the soul Where the stream of thoughts fiercely flows, An untamed spirit magnificently roams. She has never been The world’s most favorite girl. …
Detroit. Once 2 million strong. The cars being made in the great city of Detroit. Mix of all people, working hard and doing well. The riot of 1967 and 1968. Did it… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing :
Whatever Happened to Laura? whatever happened to her – to laura? she used to be everybody’s dream but now, i have just…
Everyone is a river A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem, for new book, The Island. … Continue reading
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
Promises and a miracle— Your soft hands in my hands. Us together upon the soft bed. You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak. We knew. Love didn’t need words. ———————————————————————-… Continue reading
Bare and true… In the stillness of the warm Summer night, we were left in a standstill of should I stay or should I go? Should we journey to new and… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigama prayer Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli… Continue reading