Too old to die young…
Too old to die young… Almost 61 years old, I lived in many places and I had many lives. Old man looked back at me in the mirror. I whispered, you… Continue reading
Too old to die young… Almost 61 years old, I lived in many places and I had many lives. Old man looked back at me in the mirror. I whispered, you… Continue reading
Like a river I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading
More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the ghosts of… Continue reading
Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Shipwreck memories The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will… Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 80 A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Third chapter. Big Sur, California. Highway 80 … Continue reading
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Happy Saturday everyone—- The first dandelion The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading
In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want… Continue reading
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading
Big Sur, California. Highway 80. Big Sur, California. Highway 80. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry I arrived in the California in early January of 1992. I returned from the war with the Army sending… Continue reading