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
Tag Archive: Family
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
A wish upon a star..
A wish upon a star(A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld dreams never fade away.) A wish.. Every night before I close my eyes.I whisper your name to the Pacific ocean and the raising moon.… Continue reading
Hanging with George Thorogood and One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.
One whiskey, one beer and a Cuban cigar.. ( April is poetry month. This is poem number twenty-six.) Was a pretty Texas gal smiling at me. She purred like a kitten and I… Continue reading
The shadows..
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading