My Muse
Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
“Never durst a poet touch a pen to write Until his ink was tempered with love’s sighs.” ― William Shakespeare, Love’s Labour’s Lost My inspiration the music…
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‘The landscape of perfect place’
THE LANDSCAPE OF PERFECT PLACE May 8, 20 Landscape of perfect place I understand the difference between the light and the dark. I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate.… Continue reading
‘Black as the night’
Black as the night Once we were sweet and beautiful. We feared nothing and we loved the song and the dance. You and I drank the Johnnie Walker Black Label whiskey straight nightly… Continue reading
Look at me. See me.
Look at me. See me. “President Trump pledged Thursday to keep the United States at the “top of the pack” in terms of nuclear weapons, expanding the nation’s nuclear arsenal if necessary… Continue reading
‘Perhaps, perhaps’
Perhaps, perhaps my love The night is long and the drink is cheap. The music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me. Words are shared in the… Continue reading
‘The moonlight and you’
The moonlight and you I found her again on a rainy Fall October night and I fell to my knees and I told her. When I lost you. I learn I could bleed… Continue reading
She is Poetry
Originally posted on I and The Pen:
Image source: here She is every consonant In cordially composed cacophonous crescendo And every vowel In lilts on alliterative assonance She wears laughter Lining foregone constellations…
Highway poetry
Highway poetry-short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Wander or slowly die She was so beautiful. She moved like a wild and free animal. I knew she was untamed and lusted… Continue reading
My earth, our earth–A prayer
My earth, our earth–A prayer Dear Goddess of the morning sun. Thank you for the splendor of the new day. Thank you for the gifts of open and free valleys, the towering mountain… Continue reading