Sanctuary…
Sanctuary…. ——————————————————————–I love you my pretty, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me in the… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2021
I was told…
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading
Thomas Nashe words and my thoughts.
The great Poet “Thomas Nashe” poetry and some of my words. A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we read a Poet or Writer from the past. We give them life again. A Litany in Time… Continue reading
A naked woman…
A naked woman…. (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
The crazy ones…
The crazy one’s…. Blessed places or cursed places?Are just places we shall know and the places that will teach us.Being blessed is someone caring for you and loving you for everything you are.… Continue reading
Peace, mercy and forgiveness…
Peace, mercy and forgiveness. A Poem by Coyote PoetryForgiveness and the lost of hate. Is mercy for our spirit. Can’t live in the past. Peace, mercy and forgiveness…. Peace, my friend.Will it be… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice…
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea…. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages with one sweet… Continue reading
Fall, the falling leaves…
Fall, the falling leaves…. Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape. The running man can’t run no-more. Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and… Continue reading
Teach hate or teach love?
Teach hate or teach love? A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy morning thoughts. When we teach our children love and hate in the same conversation. Did we teach the children well? Hate and love is… Continue reading
L’albero-dio (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
DigitalArt di Marcello Comitini . Dio che spalanchi cento braccia e t’innalzisul misero giardino cinto di muro scaldatodal sole inargentato dalla luna,cosa vedono le tue pupilleche a mille occhieggiano…