Turn, turn, turn. Life should be seeking happiness.
Turn, turn, turn… The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover andI will be your salvation and you will be my rock to… Continue reading
Tag Archive: love
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints… I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
Only love will break your heart.
Only love will break your heart… We learn with old age. Love is everything. I was babysitting my granddaughter. Now five old and I would spend the days with her. Five days a… Continue reading
A cradle hymn.
A cradle hymn Hush little baby. Don’t you cry.Daddy going buy you a humming bird.If the bird. It don’t sing.Daddy going buy you a diamond ring. Poor little baby.Alone and scare.The child will… Continue reading
A letter.
A letter. Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even a renegade spirit can be broken.I tried to hide… Continue reading
Anything goes.
Anything goes. She sat next to me on the empty stool.Her sweet perfume I breathe in andI gave her a big Michigan smile. She returned the smile.We talks and drank for hours.Her blue eyes… Continue reading
Please come home to me.
Please come home to me.. I called you from Monterey. I told you the sea is so beautiful, the Pacific ocean sings to me, bring me hope. I drink coffee all day, I… Continue reading
I remember you.
I remember you… The summer days were long andthe splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.Beckon us to the sea. The heat of hot days.Thaw our cold hearts.The beauty of Monterey… Continue reading
Love conquered all.
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness.) Love conquered all Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Somewhere in time.
(Nydia Lozano, artist.) Somewhere in time The paradox of living,we get what we deserve.Once, the prettiest lady I have ever known,waited for a wayward man.I remember the fragrance of her skin,the tenderness of… Continue reading