‘The moon and the stars’
The moon and the stars Once I was free and a wild soul, wanting and needed nothing. I was looking for the idyllic setting, place of perfect view and the dancing sea.… Continue reading
Dear April
Dear April Promises of warm days was you, April, I am waiting for the sunny days and the blooming of the Spring flowers. You have been my December and January wishes, dear April,… Continue reading
“If I was the king of the forest”
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old memories and old dreams.” If I was the King of the Forest. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud… Continue reading
“As my world is in a constant state of change, tomorrow my world will change, my future world will still be a mystery and today’s world will become history and a memory…” (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…
“Angels, muses and sirens”
Angels, muses and sirens. “Death did not beat me. I sacrificed everything to bring life and hope into this world. Death did not beat my dreams and hope. I sacrificed everything to protect… Continue reading
Grace
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
If I am anything at all I am yours as the sun seeks the center of day to roar her rays and sake world in golden waves as earth…
5 Stories of Loss
Originally posted on Blaze of Obscurity:
One: Cody “Come out to play?” Cody asks. I sort of want to say no. I don’t particularly like Cody – he is one of the naughty…
The Ghost of my Father
Originally posted on Blaze of Obscurity:
Last night I may have seen an Angel. He appears in front of me, and it is as if he grew taller somehow – all the weight…
“The stranger and the poet song
The stranger and the Poet song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Leonard Cohen song gave me reasons to write this morning. The stranger and the poet song Houses built on sand will sink.… Continue reading
Mossed old paths
Originally posted on scriptechtellus:
Let my hair down, look up and flutter my lashes. There’s a quest down there, eerie silence and sound of running water. Calloused feet palms walking naked on mossed…