Bitter branches…. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland…. She was as pretty as a picture.Fate had brought her to me at a dark tavern… Continue reading
Powerful and wonderful poetry shared.
A amazing poem by a talented writer.
Originally posted on Seclusion 101 with AnneMarie:
My sister Lorraine sent me this post yesterday. I am not sure it is (all) advice that I would take but I think it is cool that…
Hands of stone… Life is hard. Gentleness is rare. We must work and work to keep up. My hands are tire and body holding pain, but life is fair my friend. Love make… Continue reading
The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Soft shoulder and tender lips A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful artwork can create beautiful poetry. ( Thank you Tumblr for the photo oskaro) Soft shoulder… Continue reading
The lucky one A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe gift of love. No more honored gift. The lucky one… She offered me a smile and a hello.I was besieged by her beauty.She asked me… Continue reading
