The brown eyes girl
The brown eyes girl A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The brown eyes girl—- Was a lonely beach, late Spring brought out the lovers of the sea. I saw near the moving and… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: November, 2020
White Cliffs of Dover- Freedom isn’t free.
I have a rendezvous with Death–At some disputed barricade,When Spring comes back with rustling shadeAnd apple-blossoms fill the air—I have a rendezvous with DeathWhen Spring brings back blue days and fair. It may… Continue reading
The Red, White and Purple Poppy.
Originally posted on willowdot21:
https://youtu.be/NkKEynoTwp8 I do not want to upset anyone but as we draw near to Rememberance Day I just wanted to share my feelings on the poppies we wear. I…
Perspective
Originally posted on A Sliver of Life:
https://youtu.be/cIIdgtdebZE One hesitant step,then move forward other feet,on with the scramble. Over shrivelled wood,treading splintered jagged bark,yet firm strides onward. Passage treacherous,vulnerable though wary,despite camouflage. Intent…
CE JOUR-LÀ….
Originally posted on LE MONDE DE SOLÈNE:
✒ Il m’en souvient de ce jour-là comme d’hier Brumeux et gris, un peu semblable à aujourd’hui Il faisait froid dehors, et sombre à l’intérieur…
Marcella…
Marcella I found a twenty-five year old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now… Continue reading
Bad, bad woman…..
Bad bad woman She was the finest lady at the Stray cat Inn. She was wearing her tight black dress showing off her strong legs and robust breasts. Her beautiful face was seeking… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby…
Liar’s moon lullaby I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
You are my story….
You are my story Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
Fabiola…
Fabiola (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading