Originally posted on Visionary Poems:
A sea the colour of despair Churned sands of sorrowful mien Beneath cold steel sky A’mottle with clouds of grubby countenance One tempest filled day As brute shards…

 Passing through…. A poet and writer exchanging words and thoughts. The Coffee house poet told the writer. We can never win. Jack London once wrote. “The gods always win. Men believe they can… Continue reading →

  Wanderlust —                         Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes.Soft voice making me feel weak and captured.Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace.Those eyes make me swim in the… Continue reading →

Originally posted on George Ellington:
is it really so sinfulto embrace this desirethis zealous fire that burnsbrighter than ire dyedin wholesome weavings craving your touchthe much seeding sighsthat rise from your lipsas kneeling…

Please show me the way to love A Poem by Coyote PoetryA re-write, written first in 1979. Please show me the way to love I found her sitting alone on a Friday night,sipping a… Continue reading →

Hopeful and wonderful words shared by a talented writer.

Love be damned, Love be sweet. Where are you my sweetest love? You were my Spring time wish, my Summer dance, my Autumn taste of sweet October new wine, My Winter song. I… Continue reading →

Dirty, dirty world. Messy, messy world. Gun are being shot, people die. Who cry for the people in the way of the wars. Are the dead, acceptable death? Who is praying for the… Continue reading →