A empty bottle
A empty bottle My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle.The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
A empty bottle My whiskey dreams, my last grasp at love or the emptiness at the end of the empty bottle.The broken pieces of my life laid shattered. Once sweet songs had… Continue reading
Endings and beginnings She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978. I gave up everything I believed in, I left a sweet love to fall into her arms, I fell deeper… Continue reading
You, the sea and the journey I love the sea and the long paths, I followed you to the sea and I told you. The sea is jealous of your beautiful face and… Continue reading
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my… Continue reading
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.) I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn The old poet sang a lullaby. “Sensual woman whispered to me once. Come live with me and be my lover, I will be your salvation and you will be… Continue reading
Salute old glory and thank a veteran. Raise your glass high and thank the Soldiers for standing… Continue reading
The color of love Dear lover. You made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the the gentleness of… Continue reading
Home, sweet home (For Port Austin) Sun and heat, heat and sun. The Kuwait days slow and not easy. No booze, no woman, bad food and we have read every book… Continue reading
Mystery and wonder It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who… Continue reading