The September song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2025
The beauty and the sea.
The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading
Right or wrong?
Right or wrong? 1- Right or wrong? I am at the right place my sweet. Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone, I went to her and I whispered. You are… Continue reading
The gales of Winter.
The gales of Winter. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Mercy.
Mercy. Young black man.22 year old.He sat alone and ate alone in the mess hall for many days.I watched him and wondered why? I knew great pain and understood his face and eyes.… Continue reading
The stranger songs.
Houses built on sand will sink. Love built on false hope will not endure. Desperate love, passionate love is just release for the sake of the body and not the heart. Just fragments… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all. Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances where love grow like flowers in the Spring.They know. Love conquered all. I write down name of… Continue reading
The sea.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Best place to be. Near the sea with good friends, music and free time. The sea.. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves,… Continue reading
Poesy.
Poesy (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fakeness of fame.They allow praise to fall from their thoughts.Old Poets understand the beauty of the sun rising from the east.Allowing opportunity for new dreams and… Continue reading
Souvenirs of the heart.
Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo books from the past. Last book my father read.Old silver dollars father’s collected.Father’s silver… Continue reading