You are my poetry….
You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: March, 2022
Mojo a-coming… Me and Jim Morrison ghost hanging out.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading
Beautiful Amy Winehouse and a poem. Dear Florence..
Isabella, dear Isabella I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading
“A light of ghostly white” #poem #poet #poetry #writing
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A light of ghostly white An ethereal pallor from another dominion Nudges around the headland in the east and spreads a thin line the length entire of the inky horizon While upon the…
Japanese Folktales: The Legend of the Haunted Furisodé
Originally posted on Under the influence!:
Museum of Fine Arts, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons FURISODÉ In his book of Japanese ghost stories, folk tales, and legends,?“In Ghostly Japan,”?Lafcadio Hearn?tells of an incident…
Never more, evermore or nothing?
Never more, evermore or nothing more… She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading
I need you now…
I need you now… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Great love, never died. When love is alive. The love will grow to become a willow tree. Flowing and dancing with the free wind. Expanding… Continue reading
The Grab
Originally posted on Global Literature Station:
What was it that drew you to me?Was it something on my face? –the cute little smiles I made?my fresh kissable lips?the ripples on my cheeks?the bewitching…
Carne del desiderio (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Tadeusz Styka, Nudo, 1889-1954 a C. S. In una vasta notte come questadistesa sulla città lontana dove lei dormetutta raccolta nei petali rosa del suo corpoho chiuso le palpebre…