My great love.
My great loveA Poem by Coyote Poetry “True love is rare. Hold on tight. Doesn’t always last forever. “ My great love.. (Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.) My great love… Continue reading
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Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
The September song and a lovely Katy Claire song.
The September song…. The leave are turning and the nights are cooler. The children are playing outside, enjoying the last days of Summer. I have become like the Autumn, my once young and … Continue reading
Dear Jennifer.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. I found the poem in a 30-year-old journal. Had to re-written.: Dear Jennifer. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown Monterey in early Spring… Continue reading
Old Monterey and Hemingway.
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway on the Monterey pier. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood… Continue reading
I didn’t know.
I didn’t know. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Just words. Enjoy.” I didn’t know. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We… Continue reading
Song of love.
Song of love A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.” Song of love. Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of… Continue reading
Love is love.
Love is love.. A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
Dog days of early Winter. Photos
I adopted a puppy named Sergeant. Pitbull/huskie combination. The dog days of Winter ain’t so bad now. 4 months old. At five weeks old. A Fall Day. Sergeant does love the cooler days.… Continue reading
Like a willow tree.
The old poet sang a lullaby.Sensual woman whispered to me once.Come live with me and be my lover.I will be your salvation, and you will be my rock to keep me steady. Beautiful… Continue reading