The Iron Mountain song..
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Sometimes, we find what we lost. The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since… Continue reading
The Iron Mountain song. A Story by Coyote Poetry Sometimes, we find what we lost. The Iron Mountain song.. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since… Continue reading
He never left Michigan.. Years ago. I saw the whole world. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, dance in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London. I walked… Continue reading
Fable love… I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
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. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading
A stranger, I became. He was corrupted by the Army, almost 15 years, twisted his minds and his needs. Once he needed home, once he needed his family. And now he need new… Continue reading
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 and she sat on my lap at… Continue reading
My due reward… A Poem by Coyote Poetry July new poetry number forty-six. My due reward… Once the kindest girl in Michigan told me. Please don’t die. You love your damn wars, maybe if… Continue reading
No regret… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good people bless us with their time and friendship. No regret… She was a Iron Mountain, Michigan girl.Eyes of golden brown, long legged and a robust… Continue reading
You are always on my mind… The splendor of true love,Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down.Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the realpleasures… Continue reading
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. ————————————————— I told… Continue reading