Love is a careless child.
Love is like a flower garden. We must water, protect and keep it safe. If we are blind and deaf to the need of love. Bliss and sweet kiss can be forgotten, and… Continue reading
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Longing and belonging.
Remember you, remember me. 1- The lights are low and the night is young.Your perfect blue eyes welcomed my attention.I kissed your tender ivory skin and I tasted the salt upon soft neck… Continue reading
The sweetest things.
The sweetest things. I have seen so many beautiful places and I have walked on places of mystery and ancient grounds. I have watched the sea rise and fall. I have danced with the… Continue reading
I will never leave Michigan again.
I will Never left Michigan again. Years ago. I visit 40 countries. Drank wine in Basel and Paris, I danced in the streets of Florence, and I read poetry at Hyde Park in… Continue reading
Beautiful flowers and some words.
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. USA attacking Iran. Who is winning?… Continue reading
I wanted the Hemingway life and some photos/words.
I wanted the Hemingway life. I attempted and I learn. War is shit and love is everything. I saw war and destruction. Today I seek laughter and love. Hemingway was right. Woman, drink… Continue reading
Sweet red wine.
Sweet red wine A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Youth is the best days in a life. Days are long. Love is possible.” Sweet red wine. It was early fall. The sweet new wines… Continue reading
I need a warm Spring Day. A Spring flower.
A Spring flower A Poem by Coyote PoetryA poem for my story- Poet’s love A Spring flower. Was a Spring flower.So tall and so beautiful. Was a Spring flower.That reached for the sky.The sky… Continue reading
Photos of flowers and some thoughts.
Who is right and who is wrong? When both sides are wrong. How many graves must be dug for us to learn. Every life had value. Soldiers and bombs destroying Palestine. Who is… Continue reading
The dog days of Winter.
Dog days of Winter isn’t so bad. Wife wanted a puppy. I told her we would discuss it. She told me. A small dog. Was a small dog. Now almost eighty pounds and… Continue reading