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
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
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…
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Please read the amazing poetry. Also so many more great poems to read on the amazing site, The Cultural Reverence Photo Illustration by Michelle Morris Children are remarkable Have you ever seen how… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Please read the amazing writer. She is right. Time for a colorless world. Time for us to lead with concern and kindness. The Cultural Reverence A PLEA TO HUMAN The white dove is… Continue reading
Originally posted on The Cultural Reverence:
Powerful and worthwhile words shared. 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… Continue reading
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/amo-le-donne.jpg 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…
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… 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
Originally posted on Scribbled Verse:
https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/heritageday.jpeg 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…
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