I saw a face..
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
The Fray. The train ride to Monterey. part two.
The Fray, the train ride to Monterey.. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Be not afraid of the Fray. The Fray take you to where you need to me. The wistful life will… Continue reading
Kind people, good song and laughter..
Kind people, good song and laughter.. ( April is poetry month. This is new poem number twenty-nine.) I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my… Continue reading
She wore flowers in her hair..
She wore flowers in her hair.. I have descended to scattered dreams and I lost my place in life.I decide a trip was needed,I was told in Vienna.The wine was sweet and the… Continue reading
A wish upon a star..
A wish upon a star(A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld dreams never fade away.) A wish.. Every night before I close my eyes.I whisper your name to the Pacific ocean and the raising moon.… Continue reading
Love letters. 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
Ride..
Ride.. (Johnnie need a long vacation.) True freedom my friend is dancing with the wind. Singing song till the morning light.Knowing open highways and not being controlled by money and possessions. I want… Continue reading
The shadows..
( I lost my dear sister Holly last year. She always worried about me and I do miss her.) The shadows.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can’t escape the bad or the good… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading
The Big Water. The Michigan Great Lakes..
The Big Water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have roamed into the deep forest seeking some sort of peace. The grey owl watched me with his… Continue reading