I knew how to sing once dear Julie.
I knew how to sing once dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels. I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming. Sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a sad… Continue reading
Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is learning to be wiser and kinder. Lessons engraved into my mind and my heart. The hollow hour leaves me alone with my thoughts.Hidden… Continue reading
What will I remember? A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long. People are many. What is truly important?” What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on… Continue reading
The Christmas spirit Christmas is here. Grandchildren are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at my house today and the house is filled with laughter and joy. Another year is ending.… Continue reading
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
Merry Christmas- The Parting Glass. The Native Americans believe. The grandparent, the elders are the teachers of the children. The children are the future. Be careful what you say. The voices of the… Continue reading
Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry 1- It is almost Christmas eve and the house is quiet. The house seems ghostly without the sound of children voices. Old man writes to the… Continue reading
Just a few quotes… 1- Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. 2- I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words… Continue reading
Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading