The day is gone and the darkness is here.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lose more than I gained. Once, after a war, I returned home and… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: April, 2026
The good path and a wonderful song by Joey and Rory.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “We learn with age. What we truly need.” The good path. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong decisions. I have… Continue reading
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know. “My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
A wish upon a star.
A wish upon a star. Every night before I close my eyes. I whisper your name. I make a wish to kiss your lips.To feel the heat of your body nearby. I sent you a prayer.A prayer… Continue reading
The healer, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers. (The sunflowers plants heal the soil and the bees adore.) My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the… Continue reading
Please stay with me till the world ends. And an amazing Khalil Gibran poem.
( I was dream writing again. I wrote some poetry prompts. ) 1- You came to me in a kind dream. Your smile in full bloom and your eyes. As beautiful as the… Continue reading
Please come home with me.
Please come home with me. Was Tuesday and I leading the poetry reading at the Monterey coffee shop. Was a good night and we read, we listen and we appreciate the poet’s words.… Continue reading
You are part of my garden.
Thank you for the kindness of love. Cecelia was a Monterey beauty. More beautiful than the flowers that decorated the walkway by the pier. She was well-spoken, she wore colorful summer dresses and… Continue reading
The Texas Jazz, I do need. Dear Jenny.
“Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.… Continue reading
Please run away with me.
Please run away with me… Sweetest and prettiest gal in Clinton, Michigan.Please run away with me.Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand.Hand in hand, we will roam to… Continue reading