My eyes adored you…
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
My eyes adored you… I learn we are made of places and pieces. We are a puzzle being built slowly by time and memories. Old men think too much and the what if?… Continue reading
A love letter… (I love the young dust, the falling sun touching and kissing the lake. Create a afterglow of light and darkness. The world seem to be at-ease when the sun and… Continue reading
The Elixir… She had the Bacchus wine a plenty. She had found a dark corner to drink away the world. She was pissed-off lady drinking alone. I watched her and she was praying… Continue reading
Sheena, my Bonnie gal. I found the prettiest girl I ever seen on a cold Winter day in 1978. She had auburn hair, golden brown eyes and the skin of snow. I told… Continue reading
We don’t want to fight no-more….. Once brave boy believed war would save our world. The brave boy became a man. He fought for a Government who would forget him after the battles… Continue reading
Are we beggars for love?… We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading
Once we had the Elvis songs… Hello girl, it Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
The fingerprints…. I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall,… Continue reading
I had a dream, I had a good dream. A Story by Coyote PoetryMy dream poetry. Dryden, Donne, Hemingway, London, Kosinski, Bukowski and Ben Jonson came to me in my dreams last night. … Continue reading
You saved me… A Poem by Coyote PoetrySave one life, we know happiness. Save many lives. We know peace.” (My grand-boys and my grand-daughter Mia.) … Continue reading