John Donne- Death be not proud
“Death is a pause, just a place we must meet. Life is possibilities, don’t wait for things we want. Time wasted in useless things, just days wasted. Do things you enjoy, find laughter,… Continue reading
“Death is a pause, just a place we must meet. Life is possibilities, don’t wait for things we want. Time wasted in useless things, just days wasted. Do things you enjoy, find laughter,… Continue reading
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
Captive heart Divine woman love the Fall days. The cooler days make her wander into deep forest and search for quiet meadows and beautiful places. She love the feel of the… Continue reading
A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat… Continue reading
Dangerous places and beautiful faces. A Poem by Coyote Poetry It is good to walk upon the edge. Dangerous places and beautiful faces. Dangerous places and secret rendezvous. To swim in uncontrolled passion… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
Are we lovers or are we liars? (Written in 1993) Once we believed in rainbows, once we made the wishing well wishes. I remember a September Fall day in 1978, the prettiest girl… Continue reading
Everyone is a river She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
April is here, the flowers are reaching for the sun. The children want to run and play. The days of Spring, the rebirth of life. Time for us to find the energy of… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading