The fearless and the daring..
The fearless and the daring.. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring.. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist… It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
We were young once.. “We poets in our youth begin with gladness; But there off in the end despondency and madness.” Wordsworth “Soldiers rest! Thy warfare o’er, Dream of fighting fields no… Continue reading
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Time A Poem by Christina May Shanaberg For Christina May Shanaberg A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some poetry from a great Writer’s Cafe writer who had left us. Please touch her name and read her… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers.. Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin.Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the revisits… Continue reading