Originally posted on La Page @Mélie:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/img_20150707_212158.jpg Ce n’est pas très beau, un pourpier… Il rampe, il étend ses tiges rougeâtres et charnues… On a même envie de l’arracher lorsqu’il pousse, sans…
Should of loved you more He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading
Originally posted on Daydreaming as a profession:
Go to the site. Outstanding poetry. Daydreaming as a profession rainy season damageone unlucky boxerin a very open marriageguilt is one heavy anvilthe world is full of fetishistshonestly, I had to look online… Continue reading
Originally posted on Rivers Renewed:
Within our survival, our wordflow can shift and change, leaving us with a thin layer of grey, yet the colors will speak to us…. calling forth that ancient…
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are… Continue reading
Over and over again—- I drink to you, I drink to us. My rosy cheek honey, let’s in the shadows of love. O so sweet, O so tender, You bewitched my heart, my… Continue reading
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me. I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you… Continue reading
The first time I saw your face-Two short poems. ——— Please paint me with your tender hands A elegant lady told me. Life is hard and the night is long my love.… Continue reading
Falling into the fire —————————————————————————————– I saw many shades of red, I have seen blood red in anger, I have seen blood red skies and I have seen the land painted with… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue… Continue reading
