Somewhere in time…
Somewhere in time… ( Poem twenty-four for April poetry month.) I found the Pacific in 2016. The late May-days of Monterey were upon the ancient city. I wandered to the old places, I… Continue reading
Somewhere in time… ( Poem twenty-four for April poetry month.) I found the Pacific in 2016. The late May-days of Monterey were upon the ancient city. I wandered to the old places, I… Continue reading
Liar’s moon lullaby… I told the liar’s moon, eleven anthrax shots given to my by the Army. I have forgotten more than I remember. I search my deaden mind for faces, for the… Continue reading
My grandfather told me. What we didn’t do. Haunt our life and dreams…….. A happy life is making time for morning coffee talk, long walks on a quiet beach, dancing with someone you… Continue reading
Some gave all… I served with great men and great women. Each, I befriended. We train together, we fought together. We didn’t see color, race or religion. We were brothers and sisters. Today… Continue reading
Beautiful Jenny… (April poetry number twenty-two.) Once brave man thought the world was his world. He was fearless and he thought his world was wonder and miracle. He found the prettiest gal in… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea.. Was a beautiful Dust of the day coming and I watched you dance with the sea. I told the falling sun, the rising moon. I am jealous… Continue reading
In the mist of time… (April poetry twenty-one.) I walk slower and I talk less. The sun will rise again and I will count the stars again. I know now. In the mist… Continue reading
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever.” The waltz (Was publish in small press, many moon ago.) We were doing a waltz… Continue reading
My Texas rose… The sweetest gal in Texas told me. Please give me your address and I will write you when you are gone. I told her, she was a treasure, a blessing… Continue reading
Colors Black, white, brown and yellow. What is the different? I am so tire of the colors, tossed in my face. Isn’t a man, just a man, a woman, just a woman. We… Continue reading