‘The waltz of the angels’
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
The waltz of the Angels I told the barkeeper. Keep the long Island ice teas coming, sunday morning is a-coming. I need to be blinded by the morning. He gave me a… Continue reading
He remembered love Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path, her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind… Continue reading
You saved me You have saved me I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos. Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw… Continue reading
The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road outside of Sarajevo. I have been having a dream about a Gypsy woman.… Continue reading
Dead ends A Poem by Coyote Poetry Time for all of us to think and do the right things. Before it is too late for us and nature. Dead-ends Brothers told… Continue reading
Grandfather’s rose bushes My grandfather loved his roses. He would care for them and ensure they survived the Winter. He was a story-teller and he loved his story of the roses.… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love. Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988. The twisted dance of love (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in… Continue reading
Break me, make me believe I want to be here. This is the place I need to be, Pretty lady. Break me, make me believe in you. Make me believe in the… Continue reading
Forget me not —- She told me, flattery will get you everywhere, please make me feel loved and wonderful. I need someone, to be their, everything. Even if just sweet lies, dear… Continue reading
My Grandfather house (First written on 14 March 1982. Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly. I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I… Continue reading