Category Archive: poem

Hold me

Hold me I’m crying and I’m dying. Once great man knew everything and he learned. He knew nothing. He made money for rich people and large companies. Forty years of work and working… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘Tango lullaby’

Tango lullaby Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tan legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had… Continue reading

Rate this:

Lake St Clair prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer A Poem by Coyote Poetry I spend the day alone by Lake St. Clair. Wrote many new poems. A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my first… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘The lovely silence’

  The lovely silence The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours.  True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands and… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘Payment due my friend.

Payment due my friend   I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake. I watched the boats go by and I write and read. I drink coffee and I fall into Jack… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘You can’t go back to’

You can’t go back to I wanted everything and I wanted nothing. You held me so tightly. Made me feel so loved and so needed. I was fleeing love when the flame was… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘A dance with death’

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death.   (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading

Rate this:

‘One people’

One people Who remembered the people who once lived in the dead cities? Bombs, war and soldiers torn apart once great cities. Where did the people go? Who is responsible? War would end… Continue reading

Rate this:

Damn those eyes’

  Wanderlust — Damn those eyes Pretty face, demanding loving eyes. Soft voice making me feel weak and captured. Soft touch of hands making me fall into deep embrace. Those eyes make me… Continue reading

Rate this:

Forget me not’

    Forget me not I dreamed of you. I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, sweet like the German Summer wine. I dreamed… Continue reading

Rate this: