My beautiful journey
ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and know. You show… Continue reading
ninjakelleySource:(Thank you Tumblr) The beautiful journey You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and know. You show… Continue reading
Fable love I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming… Continue reading
Morning perfection A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words and photo. coyotepoetrebloggeddontcatchafallingknife Morning perfection I brought you your coffee. I don’t speak to you till the coffee kicked in.You stand nude barely wrapped… Continue reading
shopplanetblue.comSource: (Thank you Tumblr) You are my freedom The free road and we have no final destination. Summer heat and the need of beautiful places we wanted.. We had wild dances, good… Continue reading
She serene me with the sweet words of love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words of love leave us weak and needing more. She serene me with the sweet words of love… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and… Continue reading
Dear Brothers and sisters You are gone and I’m here. We fought side by side in war and in life. I left you to fight alone. You die on a faraway… Continue reading
Thankful I saw my face in the mirror at Chucky’s Cheese. I was surprised to see a old man looking back. I was fifty six years old. Holding my Grandson.… Continue reading
Russian roulette A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is taking chances. We will fall many times. If we are lucky. We will know peace one day. Russian roulette Beautiful young woman dances… Continue reading
Cairn (Thank you Corsett. A amazing Writers Cafe writer. Please enjoy and read) A Poem by Corset (Writers Cafe)/johncoyote.wordpress.com O’ Jerusalem tree, were we as perfect we would have no voice, nor raise… Continue reading