Mercy and forgiveness.
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 the gentle rain from heavenUpon the place… Continue reading
Tag Archive: music
Two guitars.
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
Toxic and a beautiful Yael Naim song.
Toxic. Extraordinary beauty danced alone. Green eyes offered me glances of come and dance a forbidden dance. Wise men know to run when the siren called. Foolish men fall to the landscape of… Continue reading
I want to dance with you.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Lilac wine. And a lovely Sophia song.
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air.You were my Spring love, my Summer delight.… Continue reading
The wicked game. And a beautiful Lacey Madison song.
The wicked game. I am not right no-more, I will never be right again. Your sweet song made me want the madness, the madness of loving you forever. Your eyes stole my mind,… Continue reading
A lullaby. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
A lullaby. Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.The old man wondered if she remembers him, like he remembered her.He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for… Continue reading
Forever and a day. And an outstanding Kiss song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.” I will love you forever and a day. It was a serene and tranquil day.… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you left. And a lovely Jennifer Nettles song.
You can’t return from where you left (A Poet, is one, who believes and one who cannot bring himself to believe.–Tadeusz Rozewics) I’m watching the waves dance on the Monterey Bay in my… Continue reading
My Florence beautiful flower. And beautiful music.
My Florence beautiful flower. 1- In the Spring, Florence is gorgeous and the young and old women smile at me. I return their gift of their smiles, and I feel the warm sun… Continue reading