Please remember who you are.
Please remember who you are. I saw a old friend sitting alone in a Austin, Texas at the coffee shop. Her eyes looking down at the table and her coffee, hiding her sorrow.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: friend
The sea dancer.
The sea dancer. She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… 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
When the drinker prays.
When the drinker prays. Once brave man, once soldiers, once business man and now a grandfather. He watched his world fall into madness and he pours three fingers of Gentleman Jack. Once he… Continue reading
Love, dance and celebrate being alive.
The Pacific Love, Dance and celebrate being alive. She was so beautiful. Five foot eleven inches in height. A slim and perfect body. Tan legs I desired to caress the moment I saw her walk… Continue reading
The Coyote dancing. The Coyote song.
Coyote song A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to be free to learn and dream. If we get lock in a cage. We are just waiting for death. The Coyote song. Beautiful… Continue reading
Sing and dance till the end.
Sing and dance till the end A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem written when I was young and questions all things. I learn we are in-charge of our life. Best walk the good… Continue reading
My home is Northern Michigan. Veteran day poetry.
My home is Northern Michigan… I sat by the Cherry trees of Michigan in Northern Michigan and I remembered a good friend. We were not young, we were serving in the Army. 25… Continue reading
Been awhile my friend.
Been awhile my friend. I visit my good friend, the ground was cold and I brought his favorite beer. I take one Budweiser and I leave the five remainders on his grave. I… Continue reading