When did I get old?
When did I get old? 1- Time isn’t kind to us..Once I was a soldier, once I was a business man andnow I am a old man.I told the Lake St. Clair.What we did… Continue reading
Daily Archive: August 23, 2025
The whiskey kisses.
The whiskey kisses.. Some mini-poetry… 1- I loved her rosy lips and I loved her ginger hair.I told her, the madness of today,make us know madness.I told the madness of yesterday.Make us remember.Once… Continue reading
The empty jars.
The empty jars.. I watched her in the kitchen organizing the empty mason jars and empty bottles.She told me on a cold Winter morning,I store my dreams in the old mason jars.Each one… Continue reading
Please remember who you are.
Please remember who you were.. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
Damn you my beautiful Kelly.
Damn you my beautiful Kelly..