Sunday songs- beautiful Gabiella. Some words.
Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: August, 2021
Choose the road you love….
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and delusion… Continue reading
Just meat and tales from the shadows…
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote PoetryQuotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was once… Continue reading
Utopia of the pen and the paper…
Utopia of the pen and the paper. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLast freedom is the mind. Can’t control the mind completely. Always hope hiding somewhere. Utopia of the pen and the paper… In… Continue reading
Art and words…
Art and words A Poem by Coyote PoetryArt is poetry for the eyes. Art and words… In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of words… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect….
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. Some… Continue reading
Ghost, demons, lovers and lonely corridors…
Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors….. The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons and angels. The lonely corridors make us wish for less harsh words and less goodbyes. Once friendly… Continue reading
Lilac wine….
Lilac wine…. Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
The Word Arranger
Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
I’m neither a poet nor a writerI’m just a word arrangertaking words that are already therein written or spoken formsin a dictionary or a thesaurusor in myriad books…
gods’ breath
Originally posted on A Soul in Pieces:
Poison plagues horizons where waste gathers might. Beset by all, gods waft it away then fall to their knees, breathless. ~ Mother screams, “It is not…