Stalking Beatrice
A Short-Story in Verse ? The Timeless Meets the Timely ? The shadow of eternity falls painfully On the moment that craves immortality. Memories fortified into cold marble Cast a pall of nascent…
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Lead with concern, kindness and love..
Lead with concern, kindness and forgiveness A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. And the best version of a wonderful song. What do our children see? What lessons are being taught to the children? We… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful faces.
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote PoetryIt is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous.To swim in uncontrolled passion and enjoy… Continue reading
Almost California..
(Johnnie and Jennifer in Monterey, January 1992) Almost California——– I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever… Continue reading
Love and Doubt
Originally posted on Dragonfly Poetry:
Standing underneath a grove of autumn treesthe girl and her charmscompliment each other. One can’t really tellwhere the sky beginsall that I can confess,I can only stare. There…
‘For my people…‘
Originally posted on SIDEWAYS EIGHT PROJECTS:
~ For my people… ~..…And this better existencewill consist of my peoplefor my peopleby my peoplelaying claim to their namein this gigantic gameand the potentialto continuedoing amazing…
I am a gallery
Powerful and wonderful poetry shared by a talented writer.
Bitter branches…
Bitter branches Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
The Hobby Horse I Ride (Billy Collins, too!)
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air…
The pureness of my reflection..
The pureness of my reflection Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds danced with us.… Continue reading