Two steps from hell. Part one.
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading
Two steps from hell… In a dark Gypsy carnival years ago. A beauty Gypsy woman told me once. You are two steps from hell. Hell is easy, seeking peace is the impossible task.… Continue reading
A mother’s tears… There is nothing as beautiful as a mother and a child. I watched a mother holding and singing to her baby. “I love you my baby. No-one will hurt you. Mama… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance… Late at night on the Monterey bay.If you listen well.Can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies.They gather in the Winter to celebrate life and death at the… Continue reading
1- Naked we can be in the midnight hours, naked are we and maybe we wear a veil over our face, a mask? When do we show our real face? When do we… Continue reading
The sinner’s prayer. The sinner’s prayer, I do say in the last tavern on a dead-end street in old town. I drink alone to dead friends killed in war, and I drink to… Continue reading
The prettiest gal in Michigan.. I kissed the prettiest gal in Michigan and her lips tasted of beer and the Irish whiskey. She told me, Johnnie, the quiet poet. You write about everything,… Continue reading
Give and take A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is a two-way street. Must give to receive. Give and take… Pretty woman spoke of love and hate in the same sentence.I asked her.… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as… Continue reading
The silent sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean, memories and old dreams. The silent sea.. We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weaved us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can… Continue reading
Beautiful Brigitte A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful Brigitte… (Few people touch our hearts who want nothing in return. I was thankful 44 years ago and today for my blue eyes Angel who picks… Continue reading