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.. He loved her so andhe yearned to look into her dark wild eyes.And he knew.She was a forbidden love,so damn close and so damn far away.He patiently waited… Continue reading