Never, never land. And a beautiful Zendaya song.
Never, never land… (Let’s escape to Big Sur. Let’s dance with the ghosts of yesterday, let’s dance with the ghost of today. Let’s find a never, never land where our mind and heart… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Please sing me a lullaby my sweet lady.. And a beautiful Sophia song..
Please sing me a lullaby, my sweet lady.. My lovely lady lay in sweet slumber, and I whispered into her ear. You are my morning blessing, my daytime kindness and my midnight cherish… Continue reading
My true love..
My true love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Written in 1978-rewritten in 2014″ My true love.. The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerged in your sweet kiss and tender embrace.… Continue reading
St. Clare of Assisi. We need to lead with concern, kindness and love.
Deeply influenced by St. Francis of Assisi, Clare refused to marry, as her parents wished, and fled to the Porziuncola Chapel below Assisi. On March 18, 1212, Francis received her vows, and thus began… Continue reading
Brother Sun, Sister Moon.. New Year thoughts.
Brother Sun, Sister moon. 1- I taught my grandchildren, the world is colorless. We must be kind and befriend people. The world is large enough for everyone. 2- Jesus was a immigrant, USA… Continue reading
A Poet’s love. Is never forgotten. And a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
I called your name..
I called your name.. I called your name standing on the Monterey pier. The stars and the moon didn’t listen to my prayer.I recalled a memory, a blessing, a forsaken place and tangle… Continue reading
Yesterday..
Yesterday.. I am in the Fall of a life. Death whispered in my ear. Old heart and my tire soul seem to need and want less. Maybe I have given-in, given-up. Once I… Continue reading
Blinded. But not dead yet..
A old poem written in 1993. The coastline and kind people of the California made me find dreams and hope. Blinded. But not dead yet. (Old poem from 6 July 1993. Must go to the… Continue reading
Two out of three, ain’t bad..
Two out of three, ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him a bad look… Continue reading