My great love, part two.
My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading
My great love I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading
(Please be kind to the people near. Scary times for the all of us. A phone call, leave a message and help if you can. Time for us to slow down. Talk, be… Continue reading
I would steal time, if I could for you. Once I believed I was invincible and today I know. All of us, can break into pieces, like the broken glass of time.… Continue reading
The walls and the damn mirrors My father told me the Devil like to dance at dawn. He like when the night overcomes the day, he told me. No-one is pretty with… 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… Continue reading
A memory, a story. ———————————————————– Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were… Continue reading
Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. (A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us.) Love… Continue reading
Love had no pride Pretty wishes, pretty memories, become kind and sweet places we have known. I remember my greatest wish, ginger hair girl with the eyes of hazel, she was once,… Continue reading
The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
Riders on the storm “Bad dream again, confusion blasting my thoughts, I am fighting in the chaos of my dreams. Why is my world falling into madness? All I can do is pray,… Continue reading