One of my favorite. “Ancient floors”
Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading
Ancient floors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Ancient floors In the mirrors of time. Old windows may never be closed. Surging memories and regret leave us wishing we were kinder and better. The… Continue reading
Originally posted on Teachers, Peacemakers, Witnesses for Justice and Learning Societies. Let´s Get Smart. Let´s Get Active. Let´s Be United. Improve the Planet NOW!!!:
SOCIAL JUSTICE See Bikers’ Roaring Ride Through D.C. in Support of Missing Soldiers read more SHARE…
The Angels don’t cry for me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A very old poem. I learn you can’t be forgiven. Just to live with the foolishness. The Angels don’ cry for… Continue reading
Originally posted on Hugh A Tague's Poetry & Prose:
Decoration Day by Hugh A Tague Decoration Day By Hugh A Tague Stones of white sprawl as far as eyes can see fields…
Originally posted on Voices from Russia:
______________________________ Honour the heroes this Memorial Day. Why are so many of them homeless? Why are so many of them poor? Why did do many of the…
Sins of our father’s. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger Is my Father’s eyes and anger. Are they mine… Continue reading
Originally posted on Poesy plus Polemics:
Antique Note CardFrom vintageglorycards.com (Originally posted here in May, 2014) ************************************ (I grew up knowing it as Decoration Day. Today it is called Memorial Day.) (To America’s…
1868 Civil War dead honored on Decoration Day Share this: facebook twitter google+ Print Cite By proclamation of General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic, the first major Memorial… Continue reading
Originally posted on Hortus Closus:
Painting by Paul Gauguin When anything goes Wrong, your arms are my shelter. Your kisses soothe me. You are my shelter, my nest. Am I yours? Am I…
Originally posted on Cogito ergo something:
Date a girl who walks Solitary walks on rough terrain Summer sun beating down on her Not afraid of muddy boots in rain. She’ll never run out…