Mercy, please… A beautiful Maria Daines sing.
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
Hemingway table… I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Blessings… Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and the lake St. Clair was dancing upon the shore. The grandchildren are being sun-kissed by the sun and loving the coolness… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
A afternoon with John Denver.. Thank you John Denver. You left us with beautiful songs. Your songs were my songs of youth. Coyote
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Jazzy Saturday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
We will accept less and forget who we were… Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
Oh my lover… Kisses not resisted. Interlacing bodies twisted-up in the Texas two-step.The hot Texas nights and lonely souls sharing time and the long Island ice tea.Sweet lady whispered. No rainbows to find… Continue reading