The sun, the moon and the stars.
The sun, the moon and the stars. 1- She told me, pretty does, pretty do. Kind sun warms our faces and our hearts, the moon light-up the darkness of the night and the… Continue reading
A love letter.
A love letter.. Dear Julie.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
Turn, turn, turn. Life should be seeking happiness.
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover andI will be your salvation and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
An empty book.
An empty book. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to enjoy life. A good life is many friends and a lot of laughter. An empty book… An empty book is a lonely story.The… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart.
Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my granddaughter. Now five old and I would spend the days with her. Five days a… Continue reading
One more day.
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Wars need to end. No-one wins in war. Twenty one gun salute Loyalty Duty Respect Selfless service Honor Integrity Personal courage (Soldier creed) Standing tall and… Continue reading
A cradle hymn.
A cradle hymn Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy going buy you a diamond ring. Poor little baby.Alone and scare.The child will… Continue reading
A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness.
(My two brothers Chuck and Scott. Chuck committed suicide in 1988 and Scott in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important… Continue reading