Waling with giants. Number one.
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the sea…… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrap me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
The waltz of the flower…A Poem by Coyote Poetry For the days of May The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best.All things both… Continue reading
Drinking alone. Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard, and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
The Lilac wine. 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can… Continue reading
Waterfall of tears. “Hearts awryWary ghostly graspWeary lonely gaspYet I can’t hold Enclasp” The night is silence, old heart awry in somber songs, barren sea memories and smitten kisses remembered. The wary ghostly… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading