Dirty little secrets.. Part two.
Dirty little secret- part two Me and Liz walked the path where the boats docked by the river leading to the Lake St. Clair. She took my hand and she interlaced them tightly… Continue reading
Dirty little secret- part two Me and Liz walked the path where the boats docked by the river leading to the Lake St. Clair. She took my hand and she interlaced them tightly… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets-Part one.. She knew. The first time I saw her face. I loved her. Once in a private moment. I told her. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. Some people enrage the heart… Continue reading
Those were the good days, my dear friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few… Continue reading
1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile… Continue reading
In the year 2525.. Today is another bloody Sunday. Men killing each other, men killing off the great cities and men stealing and killing Mother nature. Where are the wise men? where are… Continue reading
Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and bombs block outthe cries for peace.New graves with white crossesfor brave… Continue reading
J.D Salinger My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
Locked and loaded A Poem by Coyote Poetry (War. What is it good for? Nothing.) Locked and loaded.. The old Soldiers knows. The madness of youth was the temptation of sweet wine and… Continue reading
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway Reading and writing, like everything else, improve with practice. And, of course, if there are… Continue reading