Be kind to each other….
Be kind to each other—— Sober men can’t write the truth, godless men can’t see heaven. Liquor voice, does not seek salvation, only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like… Continue reading
I need a Spring time kiss…
I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Remembering, maybe? I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love… I need a Spring time kiss, a Summer love.… Continue reading
go.
Originally posted on I didn't have my glasses on….:
when people ask what is your mantra or what quote do you live by? my answer is simply one word: go. this covers…
Some mini-poetry and a great song…
Prettiest gal I ever known walked to the door, dead bolted the door tightly, and she whispered. Sometimes, you cannot run. ————————————————————————————- I didn’t know true love till she touched my feet. She… Continue reading
Catch me, if I fall…
My grandfather told me often. “Never leave with anger and negative words to someone you love. Better to hold silence if you are angry and tell them. I love you and I need… Continue reading
Almost to California…
Almost to California…. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She was waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
Quand surgit la pâleur du futur à éteindre
Originally posted on Geetha Balvannanathan's Blog – Isis Tratum:
Quand surgit la pâleur du futur à éteindre 12 janvier 2022 Courtesy Rodrigo Luff Nous n’irons plus aux bois tels des enfants légers…
What will be left…
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. We must kind to nature and kind to each other. What will be left? I… Continue reading
Unsung
There have been times over the days, weeks and months where I compose a poem and lack any explanation as it were as to how, when or what brought about such writing. Todays…
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on…
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading