“Do you know me?”
Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Do you know me? Pretty girl sat by the motel window. She is watching the ocean and the coming storm from the western sea. She is drinking coffee and waiting for a reason… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once. We try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains… Continue reading
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Originally posted on PrairieChat:
4 Generations – Myself, My Mother, Grandmother, and Great-Grandmother – On the Dakota Prairie, Summer 1953 Those sweet memories Of the way it used to be When I was…
Exuberant Love Electric flames impregnate hearts with desire. Willingly fallen souls swim into the ocean of passion. Ardent curiosity of minds that allure lovers to the mountain of enchantment. Sen… Source: Exuberant Love,… Continue reading
El amor es la bondad del corazón El amor es la dulzura del alma El amor tiene su propio ritmo Nuestros corazones son tambor Paz y alegría son sus canciones Deberíamos permitir que… Continue reading
Cold blooded lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good song create good and bad places. Cold blooded lover She was a Irish beauty. Loved her whiskey and the dance. She had hair of… Continue reading
Originally posted on Siren Whispers:
Blue my favourite colour in a lacy sheath that caresses curves concealing and revealing elegantly. Neither the pastel of sunwashed skies nor the jeweled tone of a Caribbean…
Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
We settled ourselves on the edge Balanced on the abyss of illusion We were surrounded by images spoon fed through dreams Landscapes of beauty We climbed…
Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
Lights strung from trees setting magic to the night moonlit backdrop perfection of a view. Ghosts of seasons passed float in the mind untethered kites of…