Did I thank you?
Did I thank you? (Remember my elders who taught me how to live.) Aunt Ruth and Uncle Bill, did I thank you? I was just a kid with little and you held my… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Family
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
The simple rules.
The simple rules. “Do not wrong or hate your neighbor, for it is not him that you wrong, you wrong yourself.”Thomas Wildcat AlfordShawnee “The grandfathers and the grandmothers are in the children: teach… Continue reading
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
Better to be a friend then be standing by a casket saying a final goodbye. Too late for forgiveness.
(Two of my brothers who committed suicide. One in 1988, one in 1989.) Too late for forgiveness A Poem by Coyote Poetry A sad one. If you feel death is more important then life.… Continue reading
The Texas two-step.
The Texas two-step. 1- A pretty gal asked me to dance in Belton, Texas. I asked her. Are you a college gal? She smiled and she told me. I am thirteen and I… Continue reading
The song of May. And an amazing Leonard Cohen song.
The song of May. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
Hold my hands.
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 he… Continue reading
A fallen angel.
A fallen angel. In the lair of the fallen angels. Old men talk of fleeing love, old war and missed faces. I joined the club at a young age. Bad decisions, dead brothers… Continue reading
Alone in the darkness.
Alone in the darkness. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some people lose their way and can’t find real peace. Alone in the darkness. The chronicle of life are stages. We can act many… Continue reading