Merry Christmas and some mini-poetry.
Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry 1- It is almost Christmas eve and the house is quiet. The house seems ghostly without the sound of children voices. Old man writes to the… Continue reading
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Merry Christmas and some Johnnie’s quotes.
Just a few quotes… 1- Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. 2- I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Be kind to someone.
Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. Our world.
Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry Merry Christmas my friends.” Our world… Grandchild plays with… Continue reading
Merry Christmas. My grandfather’s house.
My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading
The mystical places.
The mystical places. A Poem by Coyote Poetry “First love, first real kiss and the first true words of love become mystical places where we can find in sweet dreams forever.” The mystical… Continue reading
Relish and relinquish.
Relish and relinquish A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Life is long and we must know what hold on to.” Relish… Continue reading
Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea.
Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea A Poem by Coyote Poetry Beautiful places and things can’t be forgotten. Beautiful Laura still dances by the sea. I sat in a field of wildflowers.The… Continue reading
My Winter love. Love is at my door.
Love is at my door. I whispered your sweet name.My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory. I dream of our blissful nights. Kiss after kiss.Leading us to the paradise of the… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote Poetry “When love is misplaced. Hard to find again.” The lost and found. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California… Continue reading