If you go away…
If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Lullaby Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullaby of forever once upon a time,… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot… I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden want… Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house.Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he sat… Continue reading
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The farewells are… Continue reading
You are the love of my life A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved us. You are the love of my life…. Once we… Continue reading
True love gives all…. Sixty five years together.He stood by my grandmother with his hand in her hand.His loving eyes never leaving her beautiful face. He shopped daily at the Farmer Jacks and bought her… Continue reading
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe 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 the… Continue reading
I can show you God A Poem by Coyote PoetryJust thoughts and things to ponder on I can show you God… The great search for God is fruitless for some. I knew a… Continue reading
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote PoetryEverybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. Stone face man… In old New Orleans 1993. I found a quiet… Continue reading