Saint or sinner?
Saint or sinner? Once soldier, once lover and once business man. Now he wondered. Can all sins be forgiven? My father believed, if he went to church on Christmas eve. All his sins… Continue reading
Saint or sinner? Once soldier, once lover and once business man. Now he wondered. Can all sins be forgiven? My father believed, if he went to church on Christmas eve. All his sins… 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