Tango lullaby… Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tans legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She… Continue reading →

Tell me, how did you live?…. Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet each… Continue reading →

I need a wild heart…. —-                       Love made me live…. Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is… Continue reading →

I don’t remember how you look A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld thoughts and the desires to remember faces lost in time.                                  I don’t remember how you look… I don’t remember how you… Continue reading →

A moment, of forever….                      “Holy as love… You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle.We found a safe place to keep warm, we… Continue reading →

My Bonnie gal… I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was… Continue reading →

Originally posted on Kaushal Kishore:
The change is inevitable,adaptation is a choice.. The death is inevitable,living is a choice.. The pain is inevitable,suffering is a choice.. The books are available,reading is a choice..…

Folly… Dead men don’t weep no more, stagnant life lead to deluded ending, Pretty things can hide the hidden truth, nothing gain-nothing lost. We can ascend and we can fall, the echoes of… Continue reading →

Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing to… Continue reading →

Originally posted on POETIC OCEANS:
In Response to Jane Cromwell’s Art Work Is it the river of life? No, it cannot be, it is too dark.Is it the underworld with Letheflowing on, falling…