One more cup of coffee my dearest.
One more cup of coffee my dearest. He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi working in her garden and he adored her.… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest. He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi working in her garden and he adored her.… Continue reading
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading
My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. “ My great love.. (Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. I found the poem in a 30-year-old journal. Had to re-written.: Dear Jennifer. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading
Easy on my mind.. She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend. She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful. She told me on a… Continue reading
Coffee shop conversation A Poem by Coyote Poetry A Poem by Coyote PoetryGood coffee and a chess game is what life need to be. I miss the days of good conversation and chess games. … Continue reading
Nothing last forever… I told you often, nothing last forever. The veil of love is dangerous, make us dance and sing in the rain than teach us love can slip away and leave… Continue reading
The madness train A Poem by Coyote PoetryTime to know what real pleasure is. Before it is too late. The Madness train… I’m twisted up. Hogties to bullshit. I’m strangled with useless things. I… Continue reading
A love letter.. Dear Julie.(I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun… Continue reading
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading