Sacred memories.
1- The ray of the sun. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Old world, new world. And an amazing song by dear Caroline Manning.
Old world, new world. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet.Today the streets are empty,people are being kinder to each other.Time for us to lead with concern, kindness and listen to each… Continue reading
Free falling.
Free falling. Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I remember your… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Poetry-love, passion and meaning… “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading
Truth or dare.
Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote PoetryTake no chances. Have no adventures. Truth or dare.. Life, my friend. An odd game that no-one can win.I do like the game of truth or… Continue reading
When the sun kisses the moon. An Ojibwa tale.
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
The Lake Huron song.
The Lake Huron song. I told her. I apology sweet Julie. Somewhere in time, the flowing river of love was murdered. I do not blame no-one. I have accepted my place. I have… Continue reading
The animal.
The prisoners may seem weak and controlled. Hope and memory allowed the energy to endure great pain. Sometime the table can be turned. Will the prisoner serve the same medicine or forgive? Revolution… Continue reading
Heaven and hell in the same kiss.
Heaven and hell. “We can die of fear and our heart be filled with coldness.Doubt will overtake our dreams and hope.” “Being bitter and bleeding in the emotion of love.Leaving a walking dead.”… Continue reading
Almost home. Hemingway photos.
Almost home. Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading