A Poem for Election Day
Originally posted on Elizabeth Gauffreau:
Quequee Gorge, Vermont When I ran across this poem a couple of months ago, it reminded me of the intercessory prayer my dad would say during Sunday services…
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More than a smile
Originally posted on Björn Rudbergs writings:
Bring me your grinto tickle my toes bring me pickles and sinsyour happiness messof tonic and gin. With giggle and gleeunravel my duskturn grey into gold,turn…
Never been to Spain…..
Never been to Spain Oldest and saddest man on the block had spread out his world map. He touches the country Spain and he told the clouds. I never been to Spain.… Continue reading
Habits
Originally posted on Penny Wilson Writes:
Strange the habits we develop ? The compulsion the addiction ? Involuntary acts ? Loving you is a habit ? One I’ve never wanted to break ?…
I love you for a thousand years
A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing… Continue reading
Would you, could you??
Would you? —————————————————I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower.Love me not, for men who gave… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets
I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass in the night.… Continue reading
The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch…
The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words. The ambrosia of the kiss and the touch We… Continue reading
Stay forever young
Forever young Once I was fearless and brave. Love was life and life was love. I had a strong back and powerful legs. I was going to save my world.Once I wanted long… Continue reading
We are born to die and we are born to live
We are born to die and we are born to live Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading