Love letter. Part two.
Love letters — part two. My sweet love. We may be foolish. Wishing into a wishing well for things we do not have anymore. I want you to know joy and happiness again.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
That is no way to say goodbye.
That isn’t no way to say goodbye. You were my warm Spring Day. The sun, the moon and my flowing river of hope. You were my first love and last love. I came… Continue reading
We lie, we died and we still wanted more.
We lie, we died and we still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, my soldier,… Continue reading
Ojibwa grandmother chants.
Ojibwa Grandmother chant A Poem by Coyote Poetry “I lost my Ojibwa Grandmother in 1981. I tried to be like her. Children must know freedom and not be afraid of life.” Ojibwa Grandmother… Continue reading
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.
I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love. I need a Springtime kiss, a summer love.I wonder if love was ever real for me.I asked the rising moon, my dearest love, I remember… Continue reading
Everything.
Everything. You were my wildflower dream. You were my wild dance and song, away from controlled life and wars I couldn’t win. I would have done everything for you. You were my wild… Continue reading
Was life, everything you wanted?
Was life, everything you wanted? Once I chased you from Germany to the land of Scotland. Once we were brave and once, we danced till the songs were done in dark taverns. Once… Continue reading
Somethings shouldn’t behold or touched.
Somethings shouldn’t behold or touched. You have taunted my dreams and made me wish for sordid and frenzy nights, captured in your embrace. I want to fall into the inferno of your warm … Continue reading
Did we give enough? Did we bleed?
Did we give enough? Did we bleed? The loco Monterey Poet shouted to the sea. Did I give enough? Did we bleed? The prettiest girl in Monterey, she laughed at his words. She… Continue reading
Almost lovers.
Almost lovers. I found the prettiest gal on the crossing of Dover to Calais. I was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey, watching the sea dance. Pretty Swiss girl with the darkest brown eyes,… Continue reading