The road called me..
The road called me. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I’m tire of same places and faces. I need the road.” The road called me.. I’m tire, so damn tired. Somehow I got lost.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: life
We are just flesh and bones..
We are just flesh and bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be lived. Need to celebrate being alive.” We are flesh and bones.. (Need a positive poem. Life is to be… Continue reading
Hands of stone..
Hands of stone. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love make our hands of stone, soft and tender to the people we love and care for. We must make time for the family. Be kind… Continue reading
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart..
Pretty face, don’t mean pretty heart…. She was so damn pretty and she moved through life like a panther in the free forest on the hunt.Her eyes were black as coal and her… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would..
If I could turn back time, I would….. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
We loved, we danced and you never departed my life.
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write.” We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 66-year-old. I… Continue reading
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
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