My grandfather house..
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to a old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
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Happy Mother’s day. For my missed dear mother.
Mother didn’t blink A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime in a life we must do the correct things to fix a problem. Our grandmother and our mother. The teacher of love. Mother did… Continue reading
Be a fisherman..
Be a fisherman… I was taught by my father. A good day, is a family day fishing. Now I teach my grandchildren how to enjoy the Clinton River and how to catch fish.… Continue reading
Endings and beginnings..
Endings and beginnings… She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.I gave up everything I believed in.I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous… Continue reading
If I could, I would..
If I could, I would… First words and last words, we cannot forget. If I could, I would go back in time, spend more time with dear grandmother. She called me honey, dear… Continue reading
Anything goes..
Anything goes.. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in.I gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes seem… Continue reading
I saw a face..
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Song of love. Hey old man, hey old women..
Song of love. Hey old man, hey old woman… 1- Hey old man, hey old woman. What have you seen? What have you done? Can I sit with you? And please tell me… Continue reading
The Fray. The train ride to Monterey. part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter..
Kind people, good song and laughter.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-nine.) I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my… Continue reading