(Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just thoughts upon life.)   Ghosts, demons, lovers and lonely corridors   The solemn days leave us with faces of ghosts, demons… Continue reading →

At midnight   I called her at Midnight hour and I told her. Dear Jenny, I remember you and I remember us. I love you still and forget me not. Jenny is crying… Continue reading →

Only one king of Song, Elvis    

If I could, I would.   First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey,… Continue reading →

We shall live, we shall know tears and laughter   Hello March, the cold Winter is almost done. I am far-away from where I belong. Once, Spring was the days of rebirth and… 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.… Continue reading →

Dying, lying and you   Last house near the lake, was our place to rest. We were Gypsy hearts and Irish coffee mornings.   We would find the  sea often, for we loved… Continue reading →

(Truth or dare A Poem by Coyote Poetry Take no chances. Have no adventures.)   Truth or dare   Life, my friend. A odd game that no-one can win. I do like the… Continue reading →

Humble and kind   The old man sat by the St. Clair shore lake and he watched his grandchildren run and play. He had lived a long life and he knew, he knows… Continue reading →