We will accept less and forget who we were.
We will accept less and forget who we were. Mother Winter is here. I have driven 2500 miles to come home to Detroit. I came home for many reasons. I needed the kindness… Continue reading
Tag Archive: books
Beatrice Marcella.
Beatrice Marcella. I found a twenty-five-year-old storage bag. Filled with old photos and old letters. I went through them, one by one. Each photo showed me a stranger, who lived and now he… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress.
The lady in the black dress. Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with my empty Black Velvet whiskey bottle in my hands. Playing alone in the bone yard of long and shattered… Continue reading
Blind fury.
Blind fury A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of war. How many more will die for the greed of war? Who will learn new tears that won’t ever end? Blind fury Is… Continue reading
Dear Sheena and an amazing Scottish song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-nine.) Dear Sheena Once upon a time, I danced with a Scottish beauty. Gentle voice, lovely accent, I adored. We learn to know love and I… Continue reading
For the days of Spring. The circle dance.
The circle dance. I have danced often the circle dance at Native Americans Pow Wows. The circle dance had many meanings. The leader called to the people; the Ojibwa children begin the circle… Continue reading
Kiss away my ghosts. And an amazing song by Creed Fisher.
Kiss away my ghosts. The saddest man on the block drank alone. He writes sleeping man poetry, and he drink the “Quiet man” whiskey. He was once insane, wild and foolish. He befriended… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you. And a beautiful song by dear Lara Fabian.
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
Parable of Celia.
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sun dress of white showing soft… Continue reading