Once I was blessed. I had Big Sur and the songs of Alisa Fineman. She befriended me and she told me. Johnnie, you will be okay. Seek good song, free days and laughter.… Continue reading →

I could not ask for more…. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago, I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Our World Legends.:
? The Blues Are One In Our World. Legends Tell Mores Howevers Here Than Meets. Yore Ears. Eyeing Rock n Roll Origins. So In Deeds Include Our…

You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Shanyu Bihani:
“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.”…

April leaving A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem thirty for April. The poetry month.                    April leaving…. Blossom by Blossom dear Spring begin to appear. The month… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
The night stepped out Like a prima ballerina From the monumental shadows That reached the very heavens Concealed awhile Behind the great mountains of granite grey That separated the tranquil realm From the world outside …

Tattoos A Poem by Coyote PoetryPoem twenty nine for April. The poetry month.                            Tattoos…. The pretty lady had  many tattoos on… Continue reading →

Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
Delhi. A Funeral Pyre. by her child with no name. And as I sit here today, these countless waves away, my Delhi, into whose mad, warm, gritty, welcoming…