Black as the night- part two.
Black as the night… Love is sweet and love can be so deadly. I knew Jenny was so damn beautiful. Youthful eyes and woman perfect curves and valleys, make a wise man become… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: April, 2021
Black as the night…
Black as the night… I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words in the song make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep… Continue reading
A solace and a blessing…
A solace and a blessing… (Written in 1979) . . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death… Continue reading
Libertà delle parole (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Quel fedele nemico che mi spia dallo specchiocon sorrisi sornioni mi ha chiestoperché chiuso nella mia stanzaperdo tempo dietro la scrivania a sognaresul foglio bianco, il computer spento i…
We Talk When It’s Late
Originally posted on ataraxicat:
whenever she’d get badmy mammy would say baby we come into this world alonewe go out of this world alone how funny it was that she chose the word…
Ausencia
Originally posted on UNIVERSO ESPEJO Poemas y algo más:
Hay cosas sencillas, cotidianas, que emergen en todos los paisajes, un pequeño jarrón, las flores en un patio, la diversidad caótica del tráfico,…
Stay with me…
Stay with me A Poem by Coyote PoetryRare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me… I sipped my… Continue reading
Wasted words and lonely nights..
Wasted words and lonely nights. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe lessons of love are taught to harden or soften the heart. “ Wasted words and lonely nights…. I found her sitting alone in the corner… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring…
The fearless and the daring… We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading
The song of the living…
The song of the living… The song of the living, the song of the dead Songs sung to celebrate life and death. I knew a Scotland rose. She was a rare flower.Pretty as… Continue reading