No shame in love…
No shame in love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is everything and everything is love. No shame in love.. (Received some motivation from Ben Jonson) I confessed to the lonely moon, how… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2025
Home, sweet home..
Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book available. I… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn and a beautiful Judy Collins song.
Turn, turn, turn.. The old poet sang a lullaby.“Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover,I will be your salvation and you will be my rock to keep… Continue reading
No take-backs my friend..
No take-backs my dear friend. Young man in the dark tavern told the bar Poet. I broke a woman heart and I spoke cold and heartless words . I should of never said.… Continue reading
Three little love poems and a beautiful Kaz Hawkins song.
1- Some fire begun and they can’t never be put out, beautiful smile, kind words and tender touches. Open doors, never to be closed. 2- Those eyes, stole my thoughts, you are miracle… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend.. A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
When the war is over..
When the war is over.. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
You are my Springtime..
You are my Spring time.. Cold days and colder nights, heavy clothing burden, I shall forget. You stand in the April sun, showing me, tender shoulders blessed by the sun and your beautiful… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
I will take care of you…
I will take care of you.. In the dead of long night, our wandering mind find things lost and cannot be found. Old Johnnie sitting alone in the Jazz bar and he is… Continue reading