The Nature of Living
Originally posted on BBSheWrites:
As I look around at the flowers in full bloom around me, I find comfort in knowing that nature works in balance, that its energy gives me life and…
Originally posted on BBSheWrites:
As I look around at the flowers in full bloom around me, I find comfort in knowing that nature works in balance, that its energy gives me life and…
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide… Continue reading
Please tell me a story Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty… Continue reading
Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan You told me often. Love wasn’t enough. The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough I called you beautiful Jenny… Continue reading
Dreaming of Scotland A Poem by Coyote Poetry For a sweet woman. I won’t forget. Dreaming of Scotland She was as pretty as a picture. Fate had brought her to me at a… Continue reading
Originally posted on Erotic poetry:
RED CORAL she came to me wearing an anklet of red coral her hair sea-wet, like a goddess from the Iliad or Odyssey everything about her seemed to…
The beautiful journey… You have became my journey. I trace your skin from tender feet to perfect face. Trying to discover new places to caress and know. You show me… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words are powerful. They create tears, laughter, happiness and sadness. Without the great word-men and word-women. What would we know and understand? … Continue reading
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything. Everything is love. No shame in love (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how beautiful… Continue reading