Poetry: Saying Goodbye
Please read and enjoy. Bridgette Tales The Waldorf school my daughter graduated from last week names each class after a tree. That tree becomes the class name, a symbol to rally the class… Continue reading
Please read and enjoy. Bridgette Tales The Waldorf school my daughter graduated from last week names each class after a tree. That tree becomes the class name, a symbol to rally the class… Continue reading
When the blind men and women lead us… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June poetry number five. So many people need help in the USA. Need help from the fat politician in Washington D.C.… Continue reading
The lucky and the crazy. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I lived on the coastline of California for three years. No better place to be. The lucky and the crazy… We danced by… Continue reading
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
I walked away… Beautiful Kelly…I felled in love with a voice. I fell in love with a face. Please tell me, you love me. We have a great sea to separate us. You… Continue reading
I drink alone… Prettiest and meanest gal in the Jazz bar. She drank alone. She looked into the mirror and she told the mirror. Fuck you. Pretty Sheila wanted no voices. She loved… Continue reading
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal… “Doc Holliday prayer… I pray I die with a gun in my hand, I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading
The Bacchus wine….Part one.. She was a Gypsy girl beauty. She had wildest eyes, the eyes of wonder and miracles. She waited for me in a bed of cotton sheets, her robust body… Continue reading
Lady mischief… The Coyote told the falling Sun, the rising moon. I need less hard days, I need more easy day, cooler nights. I want deep and soulful jazz, the long river near… Continue reading
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading