“Still waters” #poem #poetry #verse #writing
Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
Still waters of the limpid lake hovered like a veil of silk in the breeze Afloat over the enigmatic depths Suspended above the realms below Silent and unseen…
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The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer.
The saga of Veronica- part four- My sea dancer A Poem by Coyote PoetryA series of poetry. The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading
Delia…
Delia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Delia….. O sweet you are, O brave you be and O darling. I love you… Continue reading
Sin, gin and skin…
Sin, gin and skin… We were the Tuesday night poets, we shared words with the writers and the poets, we shared words with the lonely at the Irish tavern at Pacific Grove. You… Continue reading
Autunno degli amanti (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Autunno degli amanti Torna la frescura irrequieta dell’autunnoazzurro puro tra le nuvole bianche. E le fogliecoprono la polvere grigia dalle stradele trasformano in reti d’oro.Una schiera di corvi passa…
Indigenous day poetry- Oct. eleven.
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote PoetryA Native American tale. The The song of the seasons… Song of fall…. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of… Continue reading
Indigenous people day poem- Oct. eleven.
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call… Continue reading
Indigenous People’s Day
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
?On October 8, 2021, U. S. President Joseph Biden declared that October 11th will be celebrated as? Indigenous People’s Day. ?As a person descended from the Ottawa…
Lost in the abyss of you…
Lost in the abyss of you…. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I… Continue reading
Andrea…
Andrea….I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook.“Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly. Old sorrow had… Continue reading