Sacred places and sweet dreams.
Sacred places and sweet dreams A Poem by Coyote Poetry Memories are like good red wine. Become more valuable with time and separation. Sacred places and sweet dreams.. She traced my skin with… Continue reading
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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?
ne, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrap me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading
Remembering the fragrance of Winter.
Remembering the fragrance of Winter. I had lived the soldier life. The warm days of Spring did not bring love. The lucky sought the rendezvous with the sweetness of love when the days… Continue reading
Words, never spoken.
Words, never spoken. Last two years been very hard. 2020 and 2021, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices, and I yearn to talk to them again.… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one.
Time waits for no-one. The fatality of youth, we believe. We will never grow old and we learn with time. Time is a heartless friend. One day, our face of youth, our energy… Continue reading
Easy June and some photos.
Kind Michigan June. The June days are easy. Mid-month, vacation for the grandchildren. I became my grandfather. Love my garden. Ensure the garden is strong and beautiful. My tulips are my favorite. Return… Continue reading
Ride and an amazing Lana Del Rey song.
(Johnnie need a long highway, a long vacation with no place to go.) Ride…. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free… Continue reading
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart.
We danced, we loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 67-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old dreams… Continue reading
Souvenirs.
Souvenirs A Poem by Coyote Poetry The odd things we hold special in old age. Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many… Continue reading
Glorious love.
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love. We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading