It’s Suicide Prevention Week, here’s what you should know…
Originally posted on #MindBeingWellness:
Growing up I was always told the best thing you can do with your life is to help to make someone else’s better. I’m happy to say I’ve found…
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–Souvenirs
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. A old box filled with simple gifts. Shiny stones from the Big Surf. Sea shells from… Continue reading
Freedom is under-rated—Free bird
Free bird A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ain’t no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest. Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know… Continue reading
The bread of Mercy
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
The bread of Mercy 11 September 2015 Courtesy pinterest.com When you had grown old Tired and worn out by life Kissed dreamtime…
You live deep in me
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
You live deep in me 14 September 2015 Courtesy judithkusel.wordpress.com . Steadfast is your Love Through the oceans it survives The turbulent floods…
One of my favorite. We must walk gently upon the emotion of love.–The sparkles in your eyes
The sparkles in your eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and places. The sparkles in your eyes I remember when the sparkles in your eyes could light up the world… Continue reading
–The Waltz
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The waltz We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were… Continue reading
__Secret love and hidden want
Secret love and hidden want Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house. Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he… Continue reading
—Love demand payment
Love demand payment The gentle lover whispered. Remember me and I will remember you. We are creatures of delight. Need torrent nights and warm morning kisses. She begin to shave my face. Her… Continue reading
–The dance of the Gypsies
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979. Watching… Continue reading