My Ann Arbor
Ann Arbor A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The drunken poet drank his Jack Daniel and cold tap beer in the Michigan tavern. A young man sat with and ordered a double… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
Use My Body While It’s Still Young Rebekka Karijord
Originally posted on WordMusing:
. . Use my body while it’s still young Celebrate the life in my bones My pounding heart Oh make it rush and run Use my arms to tie…
Write, write and write come more-Reflections
Reflections A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words have great power. Use them well. Reflection Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering… Continue reading
Blessed be the the lovers
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the… Continue reading
“The canvas of love”
The canvas of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry True love is real art. We must use our imagination, draw out plans. Touch with gentle movements create emotion that will expand to great… Continue reading
§1 Light – Acoustic Version
Originally posted on QueenFaee Studio:
#BlogSfida – Post me a song-postcard §1 Emma Hewitt – Armada Music 2010 https://youtu.be/QvsFl1B1VXc Sono sempre sorprendenti le versioni acustiche di Emma Hewitt, ma questa è un’affilata lama spartiacque…
And You My Love – Chris Rea
Please read, listen to the amazing words, songs of a talented man. Mihran Kalaydjian's Official Blog And You My Love” I do not sleep tonight I might not ever The sins of the… Continue reading
“Drunk man calling”
Drunk man calling A Poem by Coyote Poetry Funny how we remember faces and places when alcohol open the door to memories. Drunk man calling It is 3 am in the morning.… Continue reading
“Missing pieces-part two
Missing pieces. Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we can find the missing pieces. It can close doors that are needed to be shut and understood. Missing pieces. Part two.… Continue reading
“The missing pieces”
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote Poetry Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading