My Michigan dream..
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
You are my poetry… Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
Would you? I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men who gave-in,accepted less.Cannot… Continue reading
Lovely Veronica… The prettiest poet in Monterey read her work to us at the Monterey Coffee house. “Hello love, hello kind friend. In your eyes, you make me feel so worthwhile and so… Continue reading
Four little poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did… Continue reading
My true love(A Poem by Coyote PoetryWritten in 1978-rewritten in 2014) The fortunate one.. The feeling of joy is you. I have been submerge in your sweet kiss and tender embrace. You taught… Continue reading
In love with Brigitte I remember you my beautiful Brigitte.Your eyes so blue and your heart so kind.I was in an abyss of sadness and you took my hands.You caressed my heart with… Continue reading
Dreaming of Texas A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Good to have had danced many dances and knew a lot of laughter. A good life isn’t the money in the bank. It is the wealth… Continue reading
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Need to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived.) Addiction to love. True love..Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into… Continue reading
All my friends had settle down… ( All my friends had got fat and fear their wives. Needing a friend to raise more cane.) A Friday night and no-one wanted to go drinking… Continue reading