Midnight confessions…
Midnight confessions….. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You… Continue reading
Midnight confessions….. Once I played the fool for you. I painted us together as forever lovers in a world of give and take. You were my Juliet and I was your Romeo. You… Continue reading
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight… Continue reading
Love and hate… A Poem by Coyote PoetryI wrote this back inn 1993. Young woman wanted everything and nothing. I told her life is long and hard. We must try to be kind. … Continue reading
If you go away… Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Sweet Beulah land… Last song played for my father was “Sweet Beulah land”. Once soldier, once father and a grandfather. He saw hell and back in war, rarely knowing peace in his life.… Continue reading
The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life move so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
I remember… (May-day poetry number five.) Old man drinking alone at the Irish Tavern and he had two drinks filled with whiskey and two cold beers. He held the whiskey and the seat… Continue reading
God bless the USA… (May-days poetry number four.) Old Texas man told me once. We ain’t perfect, we sometimes, we don’t get along. But we walk on the dirt of the USA. We… Continue reading