New Orleans…
New Orleans… I found you in the Jazz club dancing alone in a silky dress, closed eyes and moving bare feet. I watched you danced to the lonely jazz, your hips, legs and… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2022
Our children and the teachers who protect/teach.
1- Little children.. Beautiful faces, fearless faces. The little children want to have some fun and enjoy life. Now 19 children were murdered in a classroom. I have five grandchildren and everyday, I… Continue reading
A silence voice. Is part of the problem. Do the children repair the foolishness of adults?
Where are the adults against gun violence? Where are the adults standing together to ensure laws are made to protect the children and everyone else. Where auto-weapons can’t easily be bought? In the… Continue reading
Could you, could we?
Could you, could we?.. Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and I held her hand. We walked the circle at Lake St. Clair and she asked me. Could you, could we? Outrun the… Continue reading
Cecelia, dear Cecelia…
Cecelia, dear Cecelia A Poem by Coyote Poetry You don’t find love. Love will find you. John Donne. Cecelia, dear Cecelia… Cecelia, Cecelia. Awake my dear lover, the morning had sprung and we must… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain songs…
The Iron Mountain song… I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading
A Lake St. Clair prayer..
A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems and thought about my world. We need proper gun laws. When… Continue reading
Dear Jenny…
Dear Jenny Pretty woman danced alone.Her body dancing freely to the good songs andshe had no concern for the observers of her dance. I went to her in her quiet corner of the… Continue reading
The lost and found…
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry When love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found… I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading
We are born to live…
We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading