Did I thank you?
( April is poetry month. Poem number eleven.) Did I thank you? Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my hands… Continue reading
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The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.
( April is poetry month. Number ten poem.) The October days of my life. Last dance for the Coyote.. This morning, I saw a old face looking back at me in the mirror.… Continue reading
Coming home..
Coming home I sat in the plane from Philly. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor was war wasn’t so… Continue reading
My masterpiece..
My masterpiece.. Once blushing beauty stole my heart. She create a rage of need I never knew. She found me sitting alone by the Boeblingen lake and her river blue eyes stole everything… Continue reading
For my brother. Written in 1988.
( April is poetry month. Poem number five. I found a old journal from 1988. This poem was never published. Old words, old sadness. Become leftover pain, we learn to live with.) For… Continue reading
Cherry Wine and a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Cherry wine.. Once my life was better. I had yearly family reunions, kind voices to give me strength and I could accomplish anything. I didn’t know. Life is ever-changing. Today my folly, today… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter..
Remembering the fragrance of Winter A Poem by Coyote PoetryA story Remembering the fragrance of Winter… I had lived the… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California.. I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The simple rules..
The simple rules A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we show respect to all people. Love the land. Led with kindness and love. This world would be a better place. The simple rules..… Continue reading
Too late for forgiveness..
( My two brothers Scott and Chuck. Scott committed suicide in 1987 and Chuck in 1988. I didn’t know they feared life.) (If you feel death is more important then life. Please call… Continue reading