Jealous of the night..
Jealous of the night.. Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
Too old to die young..
Almost 67 years old,lived in many places and had many lives.Old man looking back at me in the mirror.I whispered.Too old to die young.———————————————————————————————– Once I knew the energy of youth,once I told… Continue reading
Dearest Marcella..
Dearest 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… Continue reading
Who is free, who is not..
We weave our journey,strings and ropes decisions,take us to where we belong. ——————————————————————————————————– Once warrior,the body is old,the mind is tire.He is still a warrior,now he is the teacher,look into his eyes.You can… Continue reading
We loved, we danced and you never departed my life.
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write.” We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 66-year-old. I… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love..
The twisted dance of love..(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I felt the heat of tender flesh and I looked into your blue eyes.They shined like… Continue reading
My wildflower..
My raven hair beauty sitting in the valley of wildflowers. Her river blue eyes are swimming in the beauty of warm and perfect Spring days. I sat at her feet and I told… Continue reading
Unforgettable..
Unforgettable..I found you waiting, holding flowers of blue.I watched you pondering life and possibility.Your eyes rose up and you asked me. Was I okay?I told you. I create an unforgettable memory.And was you.… Continue reading
Port Austin, Michigan. A poem, some photos and a prayer.
Port Austin.. Port Austin, in the thumb of Michigan. Touched by Lake Huron. A gathering for the people who love the lakes and the privacy of the small city and the kind people.… Continue reading
One more time..
One more time.. Should I stay or should I go? Should we create a fire, we cannot put out.I whispered sweet baby, just one more time. Just one more kiss and just one… Continue reading