He remembered love..
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 memory… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
Love is a careless child. And a amazing video.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Know that love is a careless child, And forgets promises past.” Sir Walter Raleigh” Love is a careless child.. I took my pen to paper and wrote that… Continue reading
Dead man walking..
Dead man walking.. Once alive man, now the drowning man. He sat alone in quiet apartment with the 30-30 on the table. He learned by two funerals, his life was wasted and he… Continue reading
No regrets and a beautiful Madonna song.
“Bad days become less painful with time and distance. No regret.. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, 2000. I like to swim in old memory and friendship.Old friends had forgotten me.… Continue reading
Dear Daniela.
Dear Daniela.. Dear Daniela. I have lived and died for love. I have learn to accept less and I became the street poet. I found her waiting for me in Santa Cruz. She… Continue reading
The blue dress…
The blue dress.. I found you sitting alone at your family party. Your once fiery hazel eyes, grey with sadness. I asked you. How are your dear Belinda? You are still so beautiful.… Continue reading
My small books of thoughts..
My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness. Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading
Sins of our father..
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading
Can we survive crazy? Three little poems..
1- 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… Continue reading