Too old to die young.
Too old to die young. ! – Almost 68 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to… Continue reading
You get, what you deserve.
You get, what you deserve… We steal, we borrow, we loan and we want more, we want less. Pretty feet, soft and tender legs I kissed softly and I looked in her eyes.… Continue reading
Once upon a time.
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a… Continue reading
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a far away war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit… Continue reading
The next step is love. Some little poetry.
The next step is love… 1- Was a beautiful Michigan Summer day and you held my hands near Lake St. Clair. You asked me by the Clinton River. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you love… Continue reading
My favorite book.
My favorite book. The poetry book ” One hundred and one FAMOUS Poems.” I carry this book to forty countries and 48 states as a soldier. I shared with over hundred soldiers. Was… Continue reading
Three books, I recommend.
Michele Lee Selton. An amazing writer. She is filled with positive energy and hope. The book ” Jade’s broken bridge.” Digs deep into the human mind and what we would do. To survive.… Continue reading
She was a cruel one.
She was a cruel one. Love left me empty and alone. I had accepted the circumstances with ease. Jack Daniel and Black velvet kept me safe and in the shadows of the Austin… Continue reading
My great love.
My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. “ My great love.. (Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading