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
Tag Archive: Michigan
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
A Michigan Summer sky..
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I… Continue reading
No regrets.. My Iron Mountain gal.
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
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The nightingale song..
The nightingale song A Poem by Coyote Poetry Number two poem for the month of April poetry month. A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. … Continue reading
My Michigan dream..
My Michigan dream… “Hush my sweet baby, don’t you cry. I am here, I shall never leave you, when the chills of the night come, I shall keep you warm and safe. You… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan again..
I will never leave Michigan again.. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading