Folly..
Folly Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend… Continue reading
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Lullaby..
Lullaby Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullaby of forever once upon a time,… Continue reading
Seventy-nine Days – An Open Letter
Originally posted on Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul:
Dear Fellow Americans, I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I am writing to you because our United States Postal Service…
The Nymph and the Dryad ~ Part 2
Originally posted on The Waves of Poetry:
She wandered by the riverside To drown her sorrows in the tide: “I am alone in this vile world, My only friends are beasts and birds;…
Love story..
Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover.… Continue reading
Somethings should be touched or held.
(Thank you Mahafsoun for the photo) Somethings shouldn’t beheld or touched You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your… Continue reading
The POET: Marrying A Poetess
Originally posted on Daily Watch Press:
Marrying a poetess, is literarybeing in the midst of libraryof literature, she only knowshow to cook metaphor. When you are hungry, you goangry, the only aroma of…
The fortunate one’s
A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Summer poem. The fortunate one’s…… Lovely be, a day can be. When the sun kiss your face and the lake is near. The long Summer days, blessings for… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
Never enough Whiskey she told me..
Never enough whiskey she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading