Spin the bottle…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth gets used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle…. Old man sat alone. Told me. Damn if you do. Damn if you… Continue reading
When comes a stranger….
When comes a stranger A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death comes when she desired. Death come when he desires… I was last year man. I had it all. Beautiful house and a great… Continue reading
Dear Julie…
Dear Julie A Poem by Coyote Poetry A letter in a sense. Dear Julie…. My merciful friend.I received your letter.I was at my worst.You kind words of love and devotion made me dream… Continue reading
The Daily Haiku🌿 – 2nd Anniversary Festival Theme, from a year of favourite Haiku by Sebastien Revon.
Originally posted on VIXEN of VERSE:
#TheDailyHaiku, #Senryu So what about you? What are you seeking when reading or writing haiku? Do you have any favourite haiku that illustrate well what haiku is…
Beautiful journey…
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake… Continue reading
Ukrainian and Slavic Folktales: The Origin of the Mole
Originally posted on Under the influence!:
Jos Zwarts, CC BY-SA 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Presented here is a retelling of a folktale from Ukrainian and Slavic folklore followed by a brief discussion.?…
The human touch…
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
If I knew….
If I knew. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn too late to be quiet. Anger and violence leads only to more pain and sadness. If I knew… If I knew. I would of … Continue reading
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings – Marie Prichard
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless:
When her song catches your ear And you hear it in the distance Do you ask yourself why the caged bird sings? Or do you say, I…
Gyspy soul… And a beautiful Ayla song…
Gypsy soul… Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me. We… Continue reading