Turn, turn, turn. And a beautiful Judy Collins song.
Turn, turn, turn. The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Relationships
The raging water.
The raging water…. I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
Would you? Could you? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song. Please listen to her.
Would you? Could you? 1- I am sorry I caused you pain. I wouldn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man, and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not,… Continue reading
So beautiful.
So Beautiful(Written 6 April 1980) As beautiful as a early morning sunrise. As bright as a full moon that light up a cloudless night. As soft as a gentle summer breeze that caress… Continue reading
The last stand.
Dear Clinton, Michigan 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes too hidden with time and age. 2- I called you beautiful Jenny and I told her.California coastline is so beautiful.The Monterey… Continue reading
The rising sun.
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 in a old rustic tavern on main street. I liked New Orleans, hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I… Continue reading
As pretty as a perfect painting.
She told me. You make me feel beautiful and wanted and I told her. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, he, who can see laughing beautiful eyes, joyful eyes, kind and… Continue reading
Pretty wishes.
1- I knew love once.I held love once,I remember your perfect face.I ran away from you once and today.I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie.she whispered.What did you do?I love you and you… Continue reading
The Coyote spirit.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Last dream is freedom. When it is gone. What is left?? Coyote spirit (In Native American Myth. The Coyote was the joker. Laugh at life and held no fear.)… Continue reading
The liar’s moon.
The liar’s moon. The Coyote was quiet tonight, tranquil night allowed him to recede to the deep tides of memory. The warm days of Spring always awoke the memory of his sweetest friend.… Continue reading