I need a wild gal.
I want a wild gal. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
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A Michigan sky above us.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kisses, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely miracle, never forgotten. 2-… Continue reading
Dear Michigan.
I, once I ran from you and now I have found you again.You were once, my Michigan wish and dream.We danced in a un-holy love,hiding real face and our words. Hidden away and… Continue reading
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.
Sin, whiskey and Lake St. Clair.. 1- I told my lovely Detroit gal, I need kisses tonight. I am leaving tomorrow for a far away war. I need to remember my beautiful Detroit… Continue reading
The days of love.
1— He loved her so. She played his heart softly and tenderly like a violin. Creating a song of majestic days, eternal nights. Her music filled with grace and joy. She was a… Continue reading
Tender loving care.
Tender loving care.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Real love is given without the desire of reward. Tender loving care.. She had big blue eyes. She sat on my lap at the college… Continue reading
A Michigan summer sky.
A Michigan Summer sky.. 1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl,we tasted love kiss,did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars.She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. —————————————————2-… Continue reading
A July memory.
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading
Dear Andrea.
Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by,old wounds don’t hurt so badly.Old sorrow… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading