“The storm”

  (The storm A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words)   The storm We painted pretty pictures into the sand and we danced on cloud nine on the mountain peaks. We got lost… Continue reading

Rate this:

Sweet lullaby

Sweet lullaby   Baby, love, sweetheart, my savior, my blessing.   I am the fortunate one, I am the lucky one.   When you are near, dark days become wonderful days, your blisses… Continue reading

Rate this:

Arsee’s short stories 43 A letter from a father to his daughter

Originally posted on Thinking Chitalia:
My story today is a special one. Here’s the most precious gift I could have asked for! In a way it is the sum of my father’s various…

Rate this:

“A little death”

A little death   Silky skin, wine and song took us here. You are as pretty as the rising sun my love. Honey, dear and sweet heart I have called you.   You… Continue reading

Rate this:

Would You?

Originally posted on Midwest Fantasy Writes:
Would you dance in my dandelion arms? Could you love my withered rose heart? Should you hold my wildflower soul? If you will I am yours But…

Rate this:

Poem: I Worship the Downtrodden by Mark Tulin

Originally posted on Crow On The Wire:
I worship the ugliness that most people shield their eyes from I worship the man who breathes through the tubes of an oxygen tank I worship…

Rate this:

I will take care of you,,

I will take care of you   The bar stool Poet told the pretty Lady sitting with him.   “Love had turn me right, love had turn me wrong. Love had turn my… Continue reading

Rate this:

Hemingway’s whiskey

Hemingway’s whiskey Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading

Rate this:

California

California Do you remember me? I do remember you.   I am jealous of the sun, the lucky sun falls into the California sea.   I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.… Continue reading

Rate this:

Listen, remember and learn

Listen, remember and learn Listen   I love the misty mornings, I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her, I listen to the lake and I… Continue reading

Rate this: