Winding road…
Winding road Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where. Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and turmoil,… Continue reading
Winding road Old world making me tire, it seem we all are weaving and moving, not going no-where. Just keeping above the deep waters of life. Once I was hell and turmoil,… Continue reading
Wisp of the night A Poem by Coyote Poetry Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like. Wisp of the night What have we become. We have become stranger in… Continue reading
Pretty Jen Was I running toward you or running from you? You were so damn pretty and so confused. I loved you once, in 1986 and we were just babies. We try to… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
What will be left? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears. What will be left? I took my children to the lake. Signs are posted.… Continue reading
A bloody Mary A pretty girl sat alone and I introduced myself. My name is Johnnie and I sat near her. She told me, my name is Paloma and she sat in a… Continue reading
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses. He… Continue reading
Will I find you tonight? A walkaway love left me waiting for her to return. I remember her tight black dress and her beautiful face. She told… Continue reading
Write on me The California Summer nights are here and you are with me my lover. I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and… Continue reading
I will never fall in love again I told the blue sky, love was sweet once, love was my life once. I told the sun, I remember love. Sweet as candy and wild… Continue reading