A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Germany
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Show me the way to love.
Show me the way to love. (Photo of my Daniela in 1978 and my first published poem somewhere. Written in 1979.) A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful… Continue reading
The phone booth near the lake.
The phone booth near the lake. I called you at midnight and I told you. I miss your voice and the nights seem colder without you. Please come to me. The Germany Winter… Continue reading
The endings and the beginnings.
The endings and the 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 andI fell deeper and… Continue reading
A Germany story of love.
(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.) A Germany story of love. Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977. Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer. I… Continue reading
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know. “My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you. And a beautiful song by dear Lara Fabian.
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
German September sweet wine.
(For April, poetry month. Poem number four.) Germany September sweet red wine. 1- September was merciful. Warm days, quiet days and time to sing, dance and drink. The Children were celebrating the September… Continue reading
The fearless and the daring.
The fearless and the daring. We drank the September Germany wine and we found our private place where we locked the doors, allowed no-one in. We fell into blissful madness and I fell… Continue reading