We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 67-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old dreams… Continue reading
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
A lullaby for organized chaos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and thoughts. I hope you enjoy. A lullaby for organized chaos. We shall dance in heaven, earth and in hell.May never find… Continue reading
Around and around, we shall go. Around and around we go. Never knowing where we will end up. Faces, places and situations dancing in our head. Can’t change the past. We can assemble… Continue reading
In Monterey A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can try to escape. Sooner or later the memory will catch up with us. In Monterey. I called you to tell you I was all… Continue reading
Maybe Florence, maybe Basel. Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart. We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my granddaughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading
Please hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Lead with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.” The simple rules to live by.. “Do not wrong or… Continue reading
