Those were the day, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face, and she saw me looking at her. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face, and she saw me looking at her. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
The Christmas spirit Christmas is here. Grandchildren are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at my house today and the house is filled with laughter and joy. Another year is ending.… Continue reading
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
An immortal love once. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing. I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
The mystical places. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” The mystical… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The… Continue reading