The lullaby’
The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading
The lullaby The old poet sang a lullaby to the sea. A lullaby, a sensual woman whispered to me once on a warm Spring day. “Come live with me and be my… Continue reading
A witness to life A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just wordsA witness to life I left the Army in 2000. I wanted to see my kids grow-up. Good friends didn’t. Old wars… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following… Continue reading
Did I ever love you? Dying. Lying. Needing. Bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth… Continue reading
The coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The coyote… Continue reading
The Our cold-blooded lover My bad karma led me to you in 1986. You were tire and wore-out and needed a gentle touch and kind smile. I have not forgotten your wanting hazel… Continue reading
Listen, remember and learn ——————————————– Listen I love the misty mornings. I love the chill of Lake St. Clair lake when I sit alone near her. I listen to the lake and… Continue reading
Fatal beauty You were waited for me. Wearing light cotton nightgown and you had the beer in ice. We had planned this escape for months. I told you often. I needed you raw… Continue reading
The easy days and the good days. On a cold days in the grasp of the Bosnian Winter. I wrote your name in the snow. Jennifer, Jennifer, my Jennifer. I love you. I… Continue reading
The rising sun I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty… Continue reading