Fable love.
(I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest.) Fable love. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
Time is a cold-hearted thief. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
Silence and listen. Remembering Mindy McCready and my brothers.
Silence and listen. Old man sitting alone and he is talking to the wind. Sending apologies to old memories.Once a proud man filled with self-praise and goals. Today the goals mean nothing.Pride just… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
You did not leave me my friend.
You did not leave me my friend. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some scars cannot heal. We learn to live with them. … Continue reading
Dark Interludes.
Dark Interludes. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. An old friend of many years sends me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
Once upon a time. For a kind memory.
Once upon a time I found you at the mall walking and I kept a distance from you. I was just looking at a sweet dream lost. I wondered did you remember me?… Continue reading
The good path.
The good path. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn with age. What we truly need.” The good path. Where do I go from here? I have made a thousand right and wrong… Continue reading
The madness train.
The madness train A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train. I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless… Continue reading