Over and over again…
Over and over again… I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. Over and over my dearest. We can… Continue reading
Pretty pictures..
Pretty pictures A Poem by Coyote PoetryNovember poetry number fourteen. Pretty pictures… I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal.… Continue reading
A little mercy now…
A little mercy now… I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loud mouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The… Continue reading
Sin is sin, till we partake…
Sin is sin, till we partake…. He told the pretty Irish girl, sin is sin till we partake in her sweetness. Then the sin become a part of us, we will accept willingly.… Continue reading
Saturday verbal poetry- Anne Finch- Countess of Winchilsea
the 18th century English poet, Anne Finch – Countess of Winchilsea. Lady Winchilsea… I looked for you yesterday in the field of wildflowers. Your promised me words to excite my soul to make… Continue reading
Tô Thuỳ Yên | The dying light on Tam Giang Lagoon – Chiều trên phá Tam Giang (3)
Please read the powerful verse.
I drink…
I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you… I met Bukowski once and I learn. Like my mentor, I drink and I will recite some wild thoughts for you. Pretty… Continue reading
Lady Winchilsea, Anne Finch poetry and my praise.
Song.. The nymph in vain bestows her painsThat seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns;In vain are charms, or smiles, or frowns,All images his torrent drowns. Flames to the head he may impart,But makes an island of the heart,So inaccessible and cold,That to be his is to be oldAnne Finch… Continue reading
Eulogy to Love
Originally posted on Eiros:
** Rough Copy As I sit by the fire trying to understand Where are you now? Can you hear my call? Only days since you left Without you here,…