Robert Frost, Leonard Cohen, Jim Morrison verbal poetry and some words.
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
John Donne verbal poetry and some thoughts.
“Death is a pause, just a place we must meet. Life is possibilities, don’t wait for things we want. Time wasted in useless things, just days wasted. Do things you enjoy, find laughter,… Continue reading
I dreamed my world was silence.. War stories.
I dreamed my world was silence. So damn quiet. Yesterday man became the forgotten man. He followed his father, his grandfather footsteps. Sought war, drink and unknown places. Old soldiers don’t tell you.… Continue reading
Happy May day. Tomorrow is the first day of May.
Happy May-day- Beautiful day The first day of May, the sun is shining and the blue sky above, a blessing. I sit by Lake St. Clair, the water is dancing for me, the… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan again..
I will never leave Michigan again.. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Midnight Invitation.
“Midnight Invitation”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop Midnight invitation.. The night was long and the song was very good. Downtown Austin was alive and well. 5,000 people gathered together to celebrate the New Year.… Continue reading
I saw a face..
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Song of love. Hey old man, hey old women..
Song of love. Hey old man, hey old woman… 1- Hey old man, hey old woman. What have you seen? What have you done? Can I sit with you? And please tell me… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria. Showed me the way to the fray..
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
The Fray. The train ride to Monterey. part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading