The old man songs..
Old man..Standing by dirt and gravestone.I whispered I miss you my grandfather.I have become you.Your words have became my words.Thank you dear friend. I love you..I love you,I love you,I need you.Forget… Continue reading
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Nothing compare to you..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I found some short poetry from 1989. I hope you like. Dreams..I could of touched every dream. My sweet dreams went fleeting away,when you did not love me… Continue reading
The flight of love..
The flight of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love is very tender. We must walk softly upon the premises of how love need reminders. Forgotten and undeclared love can fade away to banished… Continue reading
The waltz..
The Waltz A Poem by Coyote Poetry The ocean and love create emotions and passion that stay with us forever. The Waltz.. We were doing a waltz upon the beach. The waves were the orchestra… Continue reading
Two out of three ain’t bad..
Two out of three ain’t bad.. I was sitting alone in a Austin tavern in 1996.Drinking long Island ice teas.Trying to get blinded. A old man dressed poorly ordered a water.Bartender gave him… Continue reading
A woman, like you..
A woman, like you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few people can bring you from self made hell. When a sweet woman offer a soft hand and love. Even the dead can be rebirth. … Continue reading
Dead man stew..
Dead man stew A Poem by Coyote Poetry When greed and hate run the world. Our leaders are making a dead man stew. No-one will victor. Dead man stew.. Poor man is dying.Was… Continue reading
Brother peace, Sister love..
(A prayer for peace) Brother peace, sister love. ( Old poetry. The world had not changed.) I had sat by graves of 20,000 Soldiers killed in World War two outside of Paris. Men who died for freedom. The last… Continue reading
Dance me to the end of love..
Dance me to the end of love… 1- We shall pay the midnight toll, where the sin, the gin and the skin always needs more. Where strangers begin friends, where friends become strangers.… Continue reading
The sins of our fathers.
(My father at sixty-one in 1998. The only time, he saw my daughter. The war and boozed killed him a month later.) Father’s eyes and anger.. Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they… Continue reading