A slow dance and a lovely Ana Popovic song.
A slow dance 1- Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice, some… Continue reading
Last days of August.
Last days of August. Summer, almost done. School shall be starting soon. The days of Fall are near. Let’s enjoy the closing days of August. One more beach day, one more day of… Continue reading
The haunting song.
The haunting song. The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us, and we are waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I’m drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My… Continue reading
I had a dream; I had a good dream.
I had a dream; I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
Secrets and wants.
1- You You make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswhere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- Secrets I… Continue reading
A little crazy.
A little crazy. She told me, don’t matter, who is right, who is wrong. We are what we are. All I know, you take me where I want to go. You are my… Continue reading
Write on me. And an amazing Fifth Harmony song.
Write on me. The California Summer nights are here, and you are with me my lover.I told the night stars. Thank you for the sacred mornings awaking with you near and thelong darkness… Continue reading
Imagine there is no war. Powerful song.
1- Dear child The world weeps blood.Whole world blinded by hate and separation.Who will tell the child?He was born with no chance or opportunity.Born to learn to survive daily.Living in refugees’ camps. Unwanted… Continue reading
I am a Northern Michigan boy. Pray for peace, pray for the soldiers.
My home is Northern Michigan. I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan, and I remembered a good friend. We were not young; we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Remembering a good friend. Lost to war. The Wildflowers.
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now. Donald N. Davis Obituary (Apostcard that Donald N. Davis wrote to his wife Linda”s coworkers arrived just hours after they got word of his death.… Continue reading