‘The dance”
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could have… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could have… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura sat by the sea I sat in a field of wildflowers. The… Continue reading
Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer. Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum Building tomorrows’ smiles 25 May 2017 Courtesy fotokritik.com Breathing Life Into lungs that singe With dust rife… Continue reading
Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
She waits on the edge of life as it happens, casually watching from a watered world, gentle and languid she moves going nowhere, the mermaids tale…
Originally posted on ZelliWrites:
When you kill the children, you kill the future. You kill future doctors, nurses, lawyer, and enteurpenuers………. You kill dreams, hopes, and families…….. They are now and they are…
Originally posted on incarnationalrelational:
There’s no set rules, my Nan would say – each two make love work their own way Learning how best to take care of each other How to respect,…
Grandson asked A Poem by Coyote Poetry Would be a better world if we saw with the eyes of the children. Grandson said Memorial poetry I stopped by the nearby location for… Continue reading
Originally posted on Enshrined Poetry:
Scorpio Moon Salty scales In depths concealed, keyhole through the unknown ebony Pour in rippled imaginings Cast away the poisoned torrents of Chevron The mind whirling curtains Exchange…
At peace at last A Story by Coyote Poetry A story for a good friend. Soldiers need to remember the old timers who taught us respect and how to lead. At peace at… Continue reading
Salute old Glory and thank a Veteran A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need to remember a good friend. We live in a world where few of us are not touched by war.… Continue reading