Letters and promises.
Letters and promises. You saved me once my dear Julie. Your kind and sweet words upon sheets of paper made me wish and hope for a better tomorrow. You wrote me. —1- Dear… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Poet
No regrets.
I have no regrets (A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bad days become less painful with time and distance.) No regret. I stopped in Ann Arbor in June, year 2000. I liked to swim… Continue reading
Our world.
Our world. One earth and people, we are. The sea touches our feet; the sea belongs to all the people of our world. The sun, sun-kissed our face. Same sun that touches every… Continue reading
The Scarborough fair.
Scarborough fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading
Slow dance and a wonderful Ana Popovic song.
Slow dance. Good Jazz, the good drink and drowning in the old memories. My old love dancing alone to the saddest Jazz and I told my whiskey. Pretty lady, I remember us. I… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delights.
Sweet pleasure and rare delights (A old poem, from 1980) Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in… Continue reading
Dear April.
Dear April. Promises of warm days is you, April, I am waiting for the sunny days and the blooming of the Spring flowers. You have been my December and January wishes. Dear April,… Continue reading
A penny for your thoughts.
A penny for your thoughts. 1- Once a pretty Michigan girl told me. A penny for your thoughts, thank you for remembering my name, thank you for holding my hands and thank you… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in early June, and it will decay with time. A… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A summer night memory. Once upon a time, dear Peggy. I held you. Your nude body against my body and I remember the softness of your brown eyes. We were wild horses and… Continue reading