Fable love.
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. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
One more cup of coffee. And an amazing Bob Dylan song.
One more cup of coffee. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Everyone is a river.
Everyone is a river, She sat in her bra and pantie, her bare feet moving and dancing in water of Lake Superior. I adored watching her and I traced her body with my… Continue reading
Old man wisdom.
Wisdom learned in a old man life A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime is hard to see beyond our own life. Wisdom learned in an old man life. When we are born.Even the poorest… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would.
If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
We get what we deserve. And an outstanding song.
We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading
Old world, new world. And an amazing song by dear Caroline Manning.
Old world, new world. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet.Today the streets are empty,people are being kinder to each other.Time for us to lead with concern, kindness and listen to each… Continue reading
Free falling.
Free falling. Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I remember your… Continue reading
Heaven and hell in the same kiss.
Heaven and hell. “We can die of fear and our heart be filled with coldness.Doubt will overtake our dreams and hope.” “Being bitter and bleeding in the emotion of love.Leaving a walking dead.”… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering dear Mindy McCready.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading