Old love. It is Jazzy Wednesday.
Old love. She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight?I told her.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Open the door, my dear lover.
Open the door, my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern; I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Sanctuary of love and kindness.
(My grandparent.) Sanctuary of love and kindness. Old friends have left me. Warm and safe houses are gone. Friendly and kind words are missed. Old faces with smiles and with always an open door went… Continue reading
Did you know, I loved you.
Did you know I loved you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My niece committed suicide in the Summer of 2024. She was 28 years old. My mind is still struggling. Did you know I… Continue reading
Wishful heart.
Wishful hearts. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea; I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable… Continue reading
The unknown story.
The untold story. I have worn a necklace of pig skin rope and white crystal for 35 years. My most prize thing I keep now, upon my neck. Once a celestial beauty, we… Continue reading
That is no way to say goodbye.
That isn’t no way to say goodbye. You were my warm Spring Day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I came… Continue reading
Ojibwa grandmother chants.
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.” Ojibwa Grandmother… Continue reading
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels again.
I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till we can’t no-more. I know in heaven,… Continue reading