The last man standing…
The last man standing A Poem by Coyote PoetryNot a happy story. A story to create logic and questions my friend. The last man standing… Last person standing…. (Will the last man… Continue reading
“ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled…
Originally posted on onthepathleasttraveled:
Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂 ( “I…
Children are remarkable — A Poem by Michelle Morris
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Photo Illustration by Michelle Morris Children are remarkable Have you ever seen how easily young children make friends? They’ll run up to each other and join in…
A PLEA TO HUMAN — A Poem by Swapna Das
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
A PLEA TO HUMAN The white dove is moaning and bleeding, Crying its heart out and pleading. The mortals are busy in building golden cages, Celebrates hypocrisy…
When Synecdoche is a Shambles — A Poem by Gift Emmanuel Olaleye
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
When Synecdoche is a Shambles there are songs of murder on the lips of men… we speak in whole and parts, and dive deep into the heart…
L’amore delle donne (Ita – Fr – Eng – Esp)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
È alla mia Catherine che dedico questi versialla sua femminiltà alla sua capacità di scrivere e dipingere Cerco l’amore delle donne, le più bellele più dolci, le più ribelli…
Come away with me…
Come away with me…. We loved the cigarettes, the Johnnie Walker and the good songs. You were North Dakota born, now California blessed. I would massage your wanting skin every night and I… Continue reading
I want to fall in love again…
I want to fall in love again… Last year man prayed to Selena, the moon goddess on a warm Fall night. He told her, near the dancing Pacific ocean. The drunk man is… Continue reading
Heritage Day: South Africa 24th September 2021
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
South Africa: Heritage Day 2021. The Winds of Africa. A poem by Afzal Moolla. I am the winds of Africa. I am the winds whispered to by the…
Nancy Sinatra song and a poem…
Bang, bang…. I met her at the Stray Cat lounge. She sat alone and her eyes were deadly and hazel green. The bartender told me. Johnnie, she is a wild cat. Can’t tame… Continue reading