My small books of thoughts..
My small books of thoughts.. What will I leave? Have I lived a complete life? A life filled with days of joy and happiness. Did I leave healthy soil where I stood and… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poem
Sweet red wine…
Sweet red wine… It was early fall and the sweet new wines of Germany came out. They are cheap and tasty and It was a beautiful late summer day. The youth of the… Continue reading
I saw a face. And a wonderful song by Freddy Fender..
I saw a face.. I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face.The face brought back a sweet memory.Was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and she embraced me… Continue reading
I am coming home. For my Grandfather..
I am coming home.. I sat in the plane from Philly to Detroit.. Heading to a place I ran away from.1000 days ago, I wanted war, new places and better ending. The splendor… Continue reading
I called your name..
I called your name… Beautiful lady is weeping for me. I departed for unknown destination. I didn’t know. First tears will take us to weight-full memories and places amidst lonely descended wants and… Continue reading
Sins of our father..
Sins of our father. A Poem by Coyote Poetry We can learn kindness from living and seeing hate and violence. Father’s eyes and anger… Is my Father’s eyes and anger.Are they mine now? I… Continue reading
The stone face man..
The stone face man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Everybody got a story. Some folks understand. No-one want to hear them anyway. The stone face man.. In old New Orleans 1993. I found… Continue reading
Beautiful music and a poem. Yesterday and today..
“You can’t wait until life isn’t hard anymore until you decide to be happy.” Nightbirde Just some words…. — We will… Continue reading
Sometimes love is not enough.
Sometime love is not enough.A Poem by Coyote Poetry “Sometime love isn’t enough. “ Not enough… Kind and sweet muse told me. Sweet Johnnie, I can save you.Please tell me what you need. You… Continue reading
Drinking alone. Hanging with George Thorogood.
Drinking alone… Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.Now… Continue reading