The existence of love..
The existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house,a big yard to play in. Kind smiles and gentle words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for… Continue reading
The existence of love. Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house,a big yard to play in. Kind smiles and gentle words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for… Continue reading
Eat the rich (The election is coming soon. I pray we know the candidates. We need leaders who respect women, who have concern for the children and have common sense. Gas is almost… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Written in 1992 Sweet pleasure and rare delights.. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They will… Continue reading
Young men dream and old men wish. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life. Young men dream and old men wish…… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sweet memories of youth. Written in 1978. My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in… Continue reading
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
The waltz … We were doing a waltz upon the quiet beach. The waves were the orchestra and the wind was whispering a love song. I tossed you into a twirl and I brought her back to… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold.Bartender keep them coming.They love the big tippers.Purgatory Inn is open early and closes late.Safe place for… Continue reading
The sweat, the blood and the tears. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Karma is a fair judge. You will pay in double for sins done without concern for another. The sweat, the blood… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and the reality. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Looking back in time. We realize we had a good life. Dreams, wishes and the reality. Best days in a life are simple… Continue reading