The liar’s moon
Liar’s moon A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some new words. The liar’s moon The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Tribe
Originally posted on Bottled Metaphors:
I wish I was a tribe With the red skin That peel off every season To bloom flowers Which drank the stream water To sing like a woodpecker…
Medusa
Amazing story shared by a talented writer.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote Poetry A story Remembering the fragrance of Winter I had… Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels
I will waltz and sing with the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk… Continue reading
Years ago
A wonderful poem by a talented writer.
The old soldier
(My father Jack Isaacs. Singing with the angels now) The old soldier Some of us had learn. The simple things are so damn sweet. The laughter of children, holding hands with love one’s… Continue reading
Ayla Nereo song and some words.
Swirl me in your mind I remember tracing your body with my fingers, I remember you whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Are we just whispering in the wind, just secret kisses shared in… Continue reading
Just wait
Originally posted on News from Ibonoco:
IL SUFFIT D’ATTENDRE Ne rien faire, ne rien dire, se taire ! se taire et attendre…, attendre en silence, attendre simplement le matin, le tout petit matin…
Underneath The Gingko Tree
Originally posted on In the Glare of Neon:
I never knew what my great grandfather meant when ILooked at the tree outside my windowI often thought he was an eccentric sort of guyProbably…