Show me the way to love.
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment. Show me the way to… Continue reading
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Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair. And one of the great songs.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a faraway war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit girl… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee and a glass of Black Velvet whiskey too.
One more cup of coffee and a glass of the Black Velvet whiskey too… I loved the Belton, Texas dance halls. The good music, the Texas two-step and the women seeking more than… Continue reading
Seconds in time.
Seconds in time… A Poem by Coyote Poetry What would we say to the people who were kind and generous to you? To be able to say goodbye to the loves one’s who died… Continue reading
Once a soldier.
Once a soldier, now a father and grandfather. I do believe, we shall find our place if seeking good life. Love and kindness are the medicine, we need. John
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow, I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every… Continue reading
Love of my life. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Love of my life. I caressed her beautiful face and I told her. I am going to love you forever. I promise dear Angela. I won’t leave you alone and I will be… Continue reading
Fable love.
(I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest.) Fable love. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Time is a cold-hearted thief. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading