“Spin the bottle”
Spin the bottle A Poem by Coyote Poetry The game of youth get used without our permission with old age. Spin the bottle Old man sat alone. He told me. “Damn if… Continue reading
Colors
Originally posted on The Quill's Cauldron: Where Stories & Knowledge Brew:
? ? Paths have ups and downs Whatever we choose it’ll be difficult So don’t be afraid to make mistakes Don’t…
HER EYES
Originally posted on The Reluctant Poet:
By Charles Robert Lindholm Her eyes stare at mine with an intimate contact, with a look that’s ignited a fire, raging in my soul with passions unmistakable…
THE WAR HAS WON US
Originally posted on ADMIRALSBLOG :
Pretentiously, we embraced lies; words we’ve made ourselves believe. Rather than coating our differences, lets disagree to agree. The victors act as though they never won, deep down, they…
COME, LET’S HOLD HANDS AND RACE
Originally posted on ADMIRALSBLOG :
There is no place like home, just like the Pope in Rome there is no need to roam the streets because it’s no abode. We have ourselves a place,…
You are my everything
— You are everything and everything is you Love remembers everything, I told my new young friend at the Seaside city, California tavern. A beautiful red-haired beauty with long legs walked by and… Continue reading
“My Muse”
— — My muse You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song. Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your… Continue reading
Together
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Parable of Celia
Parable of Celia — — A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Parable of Celia She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late… Continue reading
My whiskey dreams
My whiskey dreams My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle.The broken pieces… Continue reading