Gypsy soul…
Gypsy soul…. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Love behold, love be bold…
Love behold, love be bold A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoetry for the new book, The island. Love behold,… Continue reading
The ivory lighthouse (2019 Re-post)
Originally posted on The world according to RedCat:
Re-post comment:Time for another Wandering the Archives Wednesday. Today’s been filled with writing stories. So I decided to share one of the first I wrote…
The Scarborough fair…
Scarborough fair…. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Beautiful Melanie song and a poem.
Leftover wine… Once, you and I, we tried to catch the wind. Once, you and I, tried to touch the clouds. We marvel at our world and we danced freely with the wildflowers… Continue reading
Poetry Showcase on Megha Sood in Fevers of the Mind Anthologies
Originally posted on Fevers of the Mind:
Nothingness Some days are like dayswhere sorrow creeps outfrom every nook and cornertrying to pull you in like hoarfrost on the succulentsthe bright shining deathshining through…
If it be your will….
If it be your will …. A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. If it be your will… My dear Winter love. I held you so tightly in the long cold Winter days and nights.We… Continue reading
The wildflowers
Me and you,.. we found the holy ground of nature, in the field of the wildflowers, we swam in the beauty of her grace. She blessed us with her caress. I told you.… Continue reading
A Tom Jones song and “If I had magic.”
If I had magic…. Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy places.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide the wishing wells and… Continue reading
I am still alive….
I am still alive…. She told me, soldier, bleed no-more. What is done, is done. Like a Hemingway story. Twisted roads lead to our proper place. I looked at the dark eyes Gypsy… Continue reading