Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of middle Winter are here for me, and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
Looking for my Agnes.
Looking for my Agnes. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learns. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
The beauty and the sea.
The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific Ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading
Saturday songs for unity. Time to gather as one, for peace. And some words.
Unity. 1- Dear USA, it is time to stop the anger. USA is a melting pot of every kind of people. We need to turn-off the hateful men and protect the children, ensure… Continue reading
For sweet Peggy.
For Sweet Peggy. I found you again in 1992. My war was over and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen table when I found… Continue reading
She told me. Love demand payment.
She told me. Love demand payment. Perfect beauty. Wearing Summer dress of white. Her soft shoulders showed tempting kiss and caress. She knew she had my attention. I watched her sun-kissed legs of… Continue reading
The final place.
One more day my love I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men,… Continue reading
I gave my love to you, dear Beatrice.
I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice Was Monterey, was the sea nearby. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and… Continue reading
I want to dance with you.
I want to dance with you. The night is long and the songs are good.You are looking so beautiful, and your eyes are demanding my attention.I whispered to you,I want to get lost… Continue reading
The karma of love.
The karma of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry When we are young. We waste the gift of love. The Karma of Love. Written on 5 March 1985 I remember when the sparkles… Continue reading