An Alisa Fineman song and a poem…
A safe place to go…. I’m dreaming of Big Sur.I’m wanting to be at the River Inn.Listening to good music and drinking the good wine. The California coastline saved my life once.I found… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: April, 2022
Come live with me and be my love…
Come live with me and be my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry I stole a line from the great writer Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love… (Come live… Continue reading
Writing on the Walls
Wonderful dance of words and thoughts by a talented writer.
Friday Poem: Dover Beach
Originally posted on Kim Whysall-Hammond (The Cheesesellers Wife):
The sea is calm tonight.The tide is full, the moon lies fairUpon the straits; on the French coast the lightGleams and is gone; the cliffs…
Souvenirs..
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs…. A old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Surf.Sea shells from the coast of… Continue reading
You are the love of my life…
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life… Once… Continue reading
I’d like to write a lullaby
Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
I’d like to write a lullabyto soften all the sadnessgrowing here insidewhere ghosts go to hide,but every time I tryI can’t seem to findthe words or the rhyme;…
Why do we write story and poetry?
Why do we write story and poetry? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old wise saying. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing.” Poetry, my dear friends,is a sacred incarnation of a smile.Poetry is a sigh… Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses…
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote Poetry Quotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was… Continue reading
Only love can break your heart…
Only love will break your heart… (April poetry number seventeen.) We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my grand-daughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days… Continue reading