A solace and a blessing..
A solace and a blessing. . . The good cognac and German wines kept me in my woeful and tranquil state. I was lost, fainthearted and raging mad at life. Death and dreams were… Continue reading
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A Robert Frost verbal poem and three poems.
“I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and… Continue reading
Your love, like heroin.
Your love, like Heroin.. Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
Stand by me..
Stand by me.. ( Old words with same meaning today. Time for the good people to unite to stop hate, racism and separation. We must make a safe world for every child.) Someone… Continue reading
He remembered love..
“Hereditary Feelings”, 2016, Yuriy Ku Drop He remembered loveOld 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… Continue reading
Understandable
Understandable.. I told the pretty Gypsy gal at the Stray Cat Inn. Love never befriended me. I sought the wild sea, I sought the sea dancer. And I learn. Love isn’t understandable to… Continue reading
I remember you and a amazing Elvis song.
I remember you.A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. “ I remember you… The summer days were long.The splendor… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself..
You can’t run from yourself… I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny..
The threads of life. Fate and destiny.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life leave no guarantees. Must take chances. Like we are walking upon tender threads that easily break.” The threads of life. Fate… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby..
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading