Bitter branches.
Bitter branches. Old men are like ancient trees. Life will expand and multiply.They will sit on old porches and remember skeletons and blunders.The have learned profound knowledge and the texture of the body… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Old love.
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… Continue reading
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground.
Angel’s dancing, too close to the ground. Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the Austin, Texas sun and you.Till I met you. I saw grey skies only and the drink was sweeter… Continue reading
Pretty pictures.
Pretty pictures. I loved love, but love didn’t love me. I told the pretty Austin, Texas gal. I adored her bare shoulders and her black dress that draped her skin tightly. She smiled… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
Souvenirs.
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading
Only love can break your heart. And a beautiful Florence song.
Only love will break your heart. We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my granddaughter. Now 18 months old and I would spend the days with her. Five days… Continue reading
Please hold my hands. And an amazing Lady Gaga song.
Please hold my hands. I will follow you. Will you follow me? He told his ghost-love. His hell-bound life led me to a lonely place. Old soldier returned to the Monterey Bay and… Continue reading
Simple rules to live by.
If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Lead with kindness and love. This world would be a better place.” The simple rules to live by.. “Do not wrong or… Continue reading
Like father.
Killed and killed A Poem by Coyote Poetry A true and sad story of the permanent wounds of war.” Killed and killed… On Friday night my father drank his rum. He would come and wake… Continue reading