Sunday Morning
Originally posted on Jessica M. Collette:
? The butterflies admire The flowers as they sway The chipmunks continue To run about and play The bees give thanks For the promise of golden honey…
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No regrets
I have no regrets A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regrets I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading
drowning.
Amazing poetry.
Thalia beautiful voice and some words.
Besamos mucho Let us bathe in the quiet. You and I. The sun had gone and the moon is rising. And You and I. Alone by Lake St. Clair. Just us together… Continue reading
Great music and a poem.
The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive… Continue reading
Butterfly kisses…
Butterfly kisses Once my baby girl, once my world. We had Summer days at the beach, Wandered all the parks near, We shared the first day of school and I waited a… Continue reading
Liar’s moon..
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Liar’s moon… The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the… Continue reading
I want to see you again…
I want to see you again. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good days become sweet dreams with time. I want to see you again. The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle…
Waiting for a miracle I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the… Continue reading
Molly Malone said..
Molly Malone said. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Molly Malone” I caught the… Continue reading