Once we had the Elvis songs.
Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its 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
Tag Archive: Poet
April come she will. Yearning for a warm day.
April come she will… January days are almost done. Tomorrow is another cold day . I am waiting for the warm days to make my spirit of hope to come alive. I need… Continue reading
Dear lover. I remember you; I remember us.
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry “People can fall together for the wrong reasons.” Dear lover. I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading
Iodine.
Iodine. For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and losers… Continue reading
Happy New Year. Be safe and have some fun.
Happy New Year my friends A new year will be born. 2026. 2025 will be closing down. We need to forgive the bad deeds done to us and pray we can be forgiven… Continue reading
Two Guitars.
Two guitars. I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed real blood, and I called you and I told you, my love. I have forgiven you and I haven’t forgotten you. If you… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Happy New Year and a poem. I used to me.
I used to be.A Poem by Coyote Poetry “The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. “ I used to be. A… Continue reading
Happy New Year. The weeping song.
The weeping song. I wrote years ago. “When our soldiers are fighting in faraway wars. War will find us. War will come to our doorstep.” “Older men declare war. But it is youth… Continue reading
Happy New Year. My New Year wish.
My New Year wish. I wish for a perfect silence. Where all we can hear is the laughter of children playing and singing at the lake or a park. I wish for the… Continue reading