Originally posted on umaverma12:
Perception is not about how much you are feeling, perceiving of that things, which you are observing. It’s about how much you have persistence to understand with genuine. ©uma_undefined…
The Coyote is dancing Once, locked-up man knew the solace and the mercy of the kind lakes. Once, the free man danced with the stars and the moon. In the mist of the… Continue reading
You drove me to madness I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love. Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty. You loved the sea and you… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just wordsA witness to life I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading
Originally posted on Megha's World:
“I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I’m born to leave.” ― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles O′ my wandering heart my lone wolf…
Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading
The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The coyote… Continue reading
