Je t’aime- I love you.
Je t’aime- I love you. You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: December, 2025
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A little mercy now.
A little mercy now. I know, I am fragments of what I was. Once loudmouth and crazy man. His eyes are heavy with sadness and memories. He told the falling sun. The mercy… Continue reading
With open eyes.
With open eyes. I love the girl who can see beyond the lies. I love the girl who can watch the morning come alive. I love the girl who love books and adore… Continue reading
Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
Beautiful Journey.
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey…. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake the… Continue reading
Those were the day, 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. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Some words/ some photos.
The Christmas spirit Christmas is here. Grandchildren are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at my house today and the house is filled with laughter and joy. Another year is ending.… Continue reading
My Christmas wish.
Christmas morning. The snow blessed dear Michigan last night.Grandchildren are coming at noon.Bills are paid and the wife is content.Everyone in the family is healthy.Thank you, Lord of life and death, for the… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love, they may need a kind voice.
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
Gaea’s grieve. A short story. For Mother Nature.
Gaea’s grieve A Chapter by Coyote PoetryWe must protect the water, sky and the earth. The children of Gaea. Gaea’s grieve…. (Chapter one)(I wrote for my baby girl in 1996) She sat alone on… Continue reading