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
Tag Archive: life
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
Black laced pen..
Blood laced pen.. Fight or flee? love or hate? stay or go? Laugh or cry? I wonder what Hemingway remembered in his last moment. Did he remember war or the face of Agnes?… Continue reading
Choose the road you love..
Choose the road you love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is simple. Find something you enjoy. Then do it. Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and … Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor..
Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor… ( April is poetry month. New Poem number nineteen.) I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so… Continue reading
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen..
Ashtrays, whiskey and the pen… I loved downtown Austin, Texas. No-one is a stranger. Just people seeking good booze, music and opportunity. I like the comfort of a cigarette, Jack Daniels and time… Continue reading
The dance…
The dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Many kinds of opportunities for the dance. A wise person is fearless in life. If you take no chances. You won’t know what you could of done… Continue reading
Bad behavior..
Bad behavior.. Loveliest lady in Port Austin. She waited for no-one on the long pier into Lake Huron. I adored her auburn hair and her wild hazel eyes. She would find me sitting… Continue reading