Black as the night- part three.
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart and I know more than most. You smell like like wildflowers in the early Spring and you talk so… Continue reading
The Coyote and Raven dance…
The Coyote and Raven dance… The coyote was dancing for the half-moon, he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew. His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night. The… Continue reading
Old love…
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Some Michigan Summer poetry…
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
The Music In My Heart
Originally posted on Jupiter Rose:
Good morning! Happy Canada Day! I’m having a bit of a rough morning. About to make more coffee and take it to the patio. I’m hoping the fresh…
The Raven and the Coyote…
The Raven and the Coyote… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June new poetry thirty-one The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven told the him. Perhaps, perhaps dear Coyote. You can share some trickery with… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one…
Time waits for no-one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June poetry number thirty… Time wait for no-one… He was fond of her for many years. He was fond of the way she walked and… Continue reading
Molly Malone…
Molly Malone.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry June new poetry number twenty-nine… “Sweet Molly, Sweet Molly Malone I can see if you smile, Though I’m off half a mile, For my eyes all the while, Keep along with… Continue reading
Little Wolf…
Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes. She… Continue reading
What the children see…
What the children see… The children smile, the children laugh. Their eyes of wonder see a world of opportunities to test life, befriend many. A child don’t see color, the child don’t see… Continue reading