Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
The night stepped out Like a prima ballerina From the monumental shadows That reached the very heavens Concealed awhile Behind the great mountains of granite grey That separated the tranquil realm From the world outside …
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem twenty nine for April. The poetry month. Tattoos…. The pretty lady had many tattoos on… Continue reading
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Delhi. A Funeral Pyre. by her child with no name. And as I sit here today, these countless waves away, my Delhi, into whose mad, warm, gritty, welcoming…
Your eyes are Himalayan blue, they mutate like the colors of sparkling stars to a silver cold planet. Your indifference defeats me until I am nothing more than an empty vessel sailed away to write…
Yesterday…. I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading
The damn road… It was a cold winter day in late December in Michigan. I awoke with my love andI kissed her face and lips and whispered “Good morning. “ Her beautiful… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show the… Continue reading
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is long. People are many. What is truly important? What will I remember?…. Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on to?… Continue reading
Cold blooded lover…. So pretty, so nice to look upon. I told you my dear Belinda. I could love you like my first love. My last love, but your eyes are dead. So… Continue reading