Please tell me a story.
Please tell me a story. Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterday’s deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
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Beautiful Journey.
Beautiful journey. A Poem by Coyote PoetryA wise person ensure they take the good road. Beautiful journey…. A thousand roads to choose.We can ride into darkness without fear of the consequences ortake the… Continue reading
Those were the day, my friend.
Those were the days, my friend A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face, and she saw me looking at her. She waited for a few seconds. She… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Some words/ some photos.
The Christmas spirit Christmas is here. Grandchildren are content, no school and gifts to come. Grandchildren at my house today and the house is filled with laughter and joy. Another year is ending.… Continue reading
My Christmas wish.
Christmas morning. The snow blessed dear Michigan last night.Grandchildren are coming at noon.Bills are paid and the wife is content.Everyone in the family is healthy.Thank you, Lord of life and death, for the… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Please call the people you love, they may need a kind voice.
(Two brothers who committed suicide before their twenties birthdays. One in 1988 and one in 1989.} “A sad one. If you feel death is more important than life. Please call me. Maybe I… Continue reading
Gaea’s grieve. A short story. For Mother Nature.
Gaea’s grieve A Chapter by Coyote PoetryWe must protect the water, sky and the earth. The children of Gaea. Gaea’s grieve…. (Chapter one)(I wrote for my baby girl in 1996) She sat alone on… Continue reading
An immortal love once.
An immortal love once. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing. I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading
Tell me, how did you live?
Tell me, how did you live? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading
If we make it through December.
If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading