‘Quiet echoes and secluded places’
Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young listener. Great oceans rise and fall, the wind cannot be locked up and love is not free. We will… Continue reading
Quiet echoes and secluded places The coffee shop poet told the young listener. Great oceans rise and fall, the wind cannot be locked up and love is not free. We will… Continue reading
The wild rose Auburn beauty wrapped her arms around me. She whispered to me. “My soldier seeking death, do you have time for a dance? I am lonely and I like to… Continue reading
My lover, my lover Beautiful black night allowed us to release fear, allowed us to show true face. We released our clothing, danced to the songs of Bob Seger. We are… Continue reading
“We are just bones/flesh and blood waiting to be turn to dust. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Why do we live? I believe a wise person lived celebrating every new-born day.” We… Continue reading
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Jazz Artwork from Google hugging hope … years days moments minutes hours months weeks decades, pockmarked, weary, skidding, clinging onto, raging roads, hobbled, shovelled, dragged deep, wrestling demons…
In California. 13 people were kill. A soldier did the action. Why? Thank you President Bush. His action screw-up a Middle East that was getting along. Now we teach our youth. About war… Continue reading
(Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor.) Dead man stew Poor man… Continue reading
My First love A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me , her smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978.. The first taste of… Continue reading