Ride..
Ride.. (Johnnie need a long vacation.) True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light.Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions. I want… Continue reading
The songs of the Great Lakes..
The song of the Great Lakes.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty three.) (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan… Continue reading
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee?
Maybe, one more cup of Irish coffee? ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-two. ) I remember the fragrance of her. She smelled like the sea and Irish whiskey.… Continue reading
The elixir..
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
A midnight kiss, a midnight dance my darling..
(April is poetry month. This is poem number twenty one.) 1- A midnight kiss, a midnight dance near the sea my darling. Let’s us create a place where we know love and shared… Continue reading
The karma of love..
My Scottish Beauty in 1979. (When we are young. We waste the gift of love.) The Karma of Love…(Written on 5 March 1985) I remember when the sparkles in your eyes couldlight up… Continue reading
The shadows..
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading
War is a sin my friend. Hate is a sin my friend.
Men of hate keep a-coming. Never again. Sweet words that lasted but a few moment in time. (Young Johnnie waiting to go home.1992 photo. Top photo.) Is this the end my friend? A… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading