Come hell or high water..
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading
Comes hell or high water… Upstream… You were never easy, you were the day and I was the night, never stopping to keep our promises made.You were my sun and I was the… Continue reading
Addiction to love. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed to have many dances and know a whole lot of laughter. Life is to be lived. Addiction to love… True love.Foolish love.Tantalizing dances into warm… Continue reading
Mercy and forgiveness my friend. We need. A Poem by Coyote PoetryNeed mercy and good friends to survive this life. The Quality of Mercy The quality of mercy is not strain’d.It droppeth as the… Continue reading
Waiting by the wayside. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must stop and re-adjust our life and thoughts. Waiting by the wayside… I was waiting by the wayside.Tried to figure out some simple… Continue reading
The 3 am prayer….The dance hall closed down at 2 am in Belton, Texas. He would go to the Belton Lake, drink the Jack Daniel and howl at the moon. Maybe he was… Continue reading
I want a wild gal…. She wore her Sunday best and the smile of a angel. I told her, all we have is a Winter day and 10 inches of snow. She asked… Continue reading
Drinking again…. 2021 is almost done and she wasn’t a good year. I lost good people and my world became more empty. I have my grandchildren, they keep me from running away to… Continue reading
I followed you and you followed me… I was following you and you were following me. And we did not know. She was a beauty of splendor who aspired to challenge the… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won. He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done? He… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhat will we remember? I believe we will remember the beach days and the laughter of the children Steal a memory, borrow a memory…… Continue reading