You are my ambrosia.
You are my ambrosia. (Adult poetry.) He loved when he was inside her. The wetness of her warm vagina made him feel madness. Like two becoming one in the dance of passion. They… Continue reading
Daily Archive: February 13, 2026
The empty jars. And a beautiful Amanda and Maren song.
The empty jars. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles. She told me on a cold Winter morning, I store my dreams in the old mason… Continue reading
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading
Once a soldier.
Once a soldier, now a father and grandfather. I do believe, we shall find our place if seeking good life. Love and kindness are the medicine, we need. John
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me? Am I the captive or the guard? One, two, three, four. Did we dance? Prey… Continue reading
Black laced pen.
Blood laced pen. Fight or flee? Love or hate? Stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
The white wolf and the raven.
The white wolf and raven dance. 1- Nocturnal life she wanted. But the raven befriended the quiet white wolf. She wanted quiet, she tried to forget. The screams of the dead. They murdered… Continue reading