Pretty wishes.
Pretty wishes. 1- I knew love once, I held love once, I remember her perfect face. I ran away from her and today. I wait for no-one. 2- Johnnie, Johnnie. she told me.… Continue reading
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Happy Mother’s Day and a poem. Memory of my mother.
Memory of my mother. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I was raised by a stepmother. I called her mother. She gave love and raised many children. The word Mother should be used in honor of strong… Continue reading
Happy Mother’s day.
Happy Mother’s day. 1- My dear grandmother called me sweetie. My dear grandmother wouldn’t allow me to fail. My dear grandmother is in heaven and I still feel her hands upon my heart.… Continue reading
Love is four-fold and some more.
Love is four-folds and some more. Johnnie drove to the tip of the thumb in Lower Michigan. He needed the Lake Huron song. He was tired of the city and the voices. He… Continue reading
Did I ever love you?
Did I ever love you? Dying,lying,needing,bleeding. Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop. Love is just myth and tale,love is… Continue reading
Into the west.
Into the west. The westward bound winds are calling my name, and the Pacific Ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will… Continue reading
Black roses.
Black roses A Poem by Coyote PoetryEasy to be cold, hard to be kind. Black roses… Jenny, eyes of stone… Continue reading
Idyllic places and times.
Idyllic places and times. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
If you ever forget that I love, you. And an amazing song.
If you ever forget I love, you. Sober man, can’t write no more. He can’t feel no-more pain. Once he sought the greatest dreams and love was his, forever and one day. The… Continue reading
The storm.
The storm. Love can be like a gentle rain and love can be like a thunderstorm to the heart. A fall day in 1984. A auburn hair beauty came to my door with six… Continue reading