The gales of Winter….
The gales of Winter…. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
The gales of Winter…. Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleeps. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near. I believe, all of us, are like the long… Continue reading
Dreams, wishes and whispers. A Poem by Coyote PoetryBeautiful faces and beautiful places appeared making you wish for different decisions and better endings. Dreams, wishes and whispers… Old age make us ponder thoughts… Continue reading
IF I was the king of the forest. A Poem by Coyote PoetryOld memories and old dreams. If I was the King of the Forest…. American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German… Continue reading
Vinegar and sweet wine… Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on a plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting… Continue reading
J.D Salinger… My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
Do for love…. Pretty words, long slow dances into the midnight hours, tasty kisses and warm embrace is what you are to me. Once we believe in nothing and today. You and I. Believe… Continue reading
O so sweet, O so soft… My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could you, love… Continue reading
You only kiss me when you are drunk. A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor a gal, almost a wife. Never enough whiskey for her… (Warning This Poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable… Continue reading
Love letters… Wither we loved, wither we kissed, wither we danced. Maybe we wanted too much, too little. I told you on the telephone. My dearest love. We need more love letters. I… Continue reading
The desperate kiss… Old man last wish, old man first wish. She tattoos his memory in the Summer of 1996. Was the finest gal he ever seen. She made the sleeping man come… Continue reading