The Iron Mountain song.
The Iron Mountain song. I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw your face and I needed to talk to you one more time… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Michigan
Love is a war. Please listen to the Michigan gal Jayme Orr.
Love is war. 1- Once we had a summer day, once we shared kisses and wine. We knew peace and happiness. The world was so far away from us. 2- Dear love, we… Continue reading
Dark Interludes.
Dark Interludes A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Love comes when she wants. Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind… Continue reading
The wildflowers, the mystic dancers.
Was a perfect day, Lake St. Clair was dancing and the sun, sun-kissed my face. The grandchildren were enjoying the water and I sat reading my Jack London’s book “When gods laugh.” I… Continue reading
You can’t return from where you had left.
You can’t return from where you had left… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poem from 1993 with a re-write You can’t return from where you had left…. (A Poet, is one, who… Continue reading
You are my poetry my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love.. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… Continue reading
I saw a face.
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
Dear Clinton Michigan.
Dear Clinton Michigan. 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes far away and hidden with time and age. 2- California isn’t enough. I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told… Continue reading
Lovers and murderers..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading
Michigan Summer poetry..
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