Lazy Sundays   Old poet told the young writer, we need more lazy Sundays, less busy Mondays.   We need to find the sea, need to find the great lakes, we need to… Continue reading →

Over and over again—-   I drink to you, I drink to us. My rosy cheek honey, let’s in the shadows of love.   O so sweet, O so tender, You bewitched my… Continue reading →

A safe place, a kind face   Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading →

Over and over again   I’m trying to run from your memory and when you appear in my dreams. You whispered to me in a sweet dream. “Over and over my dearest, we… Continue reading →

A woman palms (A Poem by Coyote Poetry The hands of a woman. Teaches love and kindness. He who treat the woman with kindness. Can stand at God feet and know he had… Continue reading →

Parable of Celia   She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft… Continue reading →

The weeping willow   Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.   Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart… Continue reading →

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https://fox-and-lionheart.tumblr.com/post/147139222120/photography-sheridans-art-crown-hysteria She lived in the womb of dreams where most fairies go to die.Lost in deep abyss she seems to be,Accepting fear for a feeling undefined. Dressed in her…

Poetry- Love, passion and meaning. “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading →