April morning… The days of April are here..Kind earth is coming alive and we are becoming hopeful.The fire are burning andgrandfathers must become the story tellers.He must entice the children to listen,maybe learn?He… Continue reading
In your eyes.. In your eyes.I’m everything,the sun and the moon.The warm breeze that warmth the night. I feel I could do anything when you bless me with your smileand the tenderness of… Continue reading
I am growing old and I know now what life is. My grandfather told me often. “Nothing good to say. Say nothing. Better to hold silence than to create a unrepairable situation. ”… Continue reading
A evening blessing, you are… My love, waiting patiently for my return. I told her. You make me believe, life is wonder and beauty. You make me know mystery and unknown. When I… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Jazzy Thursday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love her eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading
What is love? A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need the kindness of love near. What is love?… What is love? Love is the plant of peace. The place where the heart can glow.… Continue reading