A wing and a prayer. An amazing Maria Daines song.
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer. He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
I could not ask for more. I told my grandchildren, choose the road you love, dance, sing and be fearless.I learn many moons ago; I had enough and I told the rising sun.… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura sat by the seaA Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten.” Beautiful Laura sat by the sea. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The scent of the… Continue reading
Reflection. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories. Writers and Poets write of the impression of perfect sunrises and of the… Continue reading
The sea. The old poet told the young poets, old ladies and the kids. 1- Bit by bit, piece by piece. We are create puzzles with our words. We must be kind to… Continue reading
I believed once. 1- I believe once, you and I would never part. But the storm of life made us learn. How sweet love could be and how easy we could forget. 2-… Continue reading
“Imagine there’s no countriesIt isn’t hard to doNothing to kill or die forAnd no religion tooImagine all the peopleLiving life in peaceYou may say that I’m a dreamerBut I’m not the only oneI… Continue reading
Cocoa Beach. I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and asked. Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend. I heard in… Continue reading
Coming home. I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.A 1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t… Continue reading
Sway. The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading