Isn’t no fucking good wars.
(Johnnie at Fort Ord, California. 1992.) Isn’t no fucking good war. A Poem by Coyote PoetryCan’t allow the hate and fear to overcome us. World been the same for a long time. Must dance… Continue reading
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A Michigan Summer sky.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written.
Maybe love? Or maybe just another lullaby to be written. (We must make the good days last forever my friend.) She had suppliant breasts, a wide beautiful smile and strong pale legs. She… Continue reading
The folly of time.
The folly of time. 1- The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every word… Continue reading
Sweet Molly Malone.
Molly Malone said. “Sweet mistress Malone” I caught the dengue fever in South America in 1993. Bad food and tropical weather did me in. They send me to the England shores to heal.… Continue reading
The dance of the flowers.
The dance of the flowers. My dear and sweet love, please come walk with me. My love, please dance with me in the field of the wildflowers.Today the earth is alive, and you… Continue reading
I saw the sun in your eyes.
I saw the sun in your eyes. You and I, we are dancing by the Monterey Bay, I am singing words of love for you. You asked me, Johnnie, why did you save… Continue reading
Almost love. And the amazing Peterson song.
Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
The ankle bracelet.
The ankle bracelet. The defining of beauty is easy to describe. I have stood on mountain tops and worshiped the hawk and the eagle.I have been in the arms of the great sea.… Continue reading