The Mariners Tale
Originally posted on Poetry Out West:
“Land Ahoy!” His First Mate not more than two feet away, still doesn’t see Hinemoana coming. “Bring her about hard & fast & shut your bloody mouth…
Monthly Archive: September, 2022
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Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written…
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
Cecelia, be my love.
Cecelia, be my love. “Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
Naked..
Naked.. Naked we can be in the midnight hours, naked are we and maybe we wear a veil over our face, a mask? When do we show our real face? When do we… Continue reading
Empty cups…
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
a symphony of sparrows to write her name in cursive across the morning sky
Originally posted on Mike's Manic Word Depot:
she is the lightening sky to the east a warm penumbral glow promising more than the long sleepless night could ever give i am distant…
Men, vodka and dreams of peace…
Men, vodka and dreams of peace. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978. Today the world is the same. Maybe worst off? Men, vodka and dreams of peace… Wishing, hoping and dreaming.… Continue reading
My lady..
My lady.. Written in 1982. My lady, I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon the first star of the night, to… Continue reading
The vinegar and the sweet wine.
The vinegar and the sweet wine.. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye andyou… Continue reading
Riders on the storm..
Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, anger blasting my thoughts, Mad men killing and I don’t understand. 15 year girl, Leila Hernandez, covered and protected her brother body and she was killed,… Continue reading