Midnight rendezvous…
Midnight rendezvous… Kind women are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading
Midnight rendezvous… Kind women are gifts to wise men. A wise Poet wrote “To see a nude beautiful woman is morewonderful then to see a thousand artistic painting.” My old heart and… Continue reading
Originally posted on Troubador of Verse:
(The story of a 1981 downtown Sacramento marathon poetry reading) ***** Recorded Poem: https://www.dropbox.com/s/uvbviquockbxd7f/didn%27t%20we%20dance.wav?dl=0 ***** didn’t we dance? i guess i shouldstart at the endsince it’s magicwith…
I will return my love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Two poems about life, war, peace and death. Remember what John Denver said. “War is man’s sin.” Prayer for peace.. Guns and… Continue reading
She was a diamond A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a Diamond… 20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts… Continue reading
(Two of my brothers who committed suicide. One in 1988, one in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life.… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale….. (For Leona. A missed and dear friend.)… Continue reading
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Originally posted on Krista Marson:
Endings I lived my whole lifeto get to this ledge,this precipicethat I am ready to spring forth,carry on,leave all else behind me.There is no sound hereno sights,no smells.It…
The Stormy Sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive. The stormy sea… The beauty of the Monterey Bay.Leave… Continue reading
Originally posted on THE HUMAN ANVIL:
Jayson Hinrichsen @ unsplash I wonder if life would have been the sameIf I had but a different nameAs common as the monsoon rainSomewhere between John and…