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,…
As long as the grass shall grow…
As Long As The Grass Shall Grow He told the prettiest girl in his world, thank you for staying with me.I have been following you since the Summer of 1976 and you allowed… Continue reading
Maybe Bukowski?
Maybe Bukowski? A Poem by Coyote PoetryYears ago. I met Bukowski in California. I didn’t know who he was, at the time. He read my work and he told me. Good stuff and we… Continue reading
Coyote’s quotes
Coyote’s quotes A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust some thoughts. If you save one life, you will learn love. If you save many lives, you will learn peace. ————————————————————————————– Better to know silence, when all… Continue reading