The raging water…
The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2021
Soft shoulder and tender lips…
Soft shoulder and tender lips A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful artwork can create beautiful poetry. ( Thank you Tumblr for the photo oskaro) Soft shoulder… Continue reading
The lucky one…
The lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading
You cross my mind in the midnight hours….
The dance… Love is a wild dance.Make us hold on tightly deep into the midnight hour.Holding the embrace and honoring the sweet kiss.The breaking dawn begin to create separation.The once perfect dance because… Continue reading
A Common-Place Jotting: Corrie ten Boom
Corrie Ten Boom- a brave woman, a angel. Her family gave-up everything to save many.
Turn, turn, turn and beautiful Judy Collins singing.
Turn, turn, turn…. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Tattoos…
tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld stories become better with time. Tattoos… My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I smiled… Continue reading
The last man standing…
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last man standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
“ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled…
Originally posted on onthepathleasttraveled:
Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂 ( “I…
Children are remarkable — A Poem by Michelle Morris
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Photo Illustration by Michelle Morris Children are remarkable Have you ever seen how easily young children make friends? They’ll run up to each other and join in…