We become, who suppose to be…
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a… Continue reading
We become, who we suppose to be. A Chapter by Coyote Poetry Chapter one. We become, who we suppose to be. I befriended a… Continue reading
Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not fine to dance and sing when the bells of death do ring— Unknown writer” “Fair is love, and… Continue reading
Mercy, please… (My wish. Everyone does one gift of kindness. Share money, if you can. Share kind words and a smile. All of us need the mercy of kindness.) I told her, I… Continue reading
Hemingway table… I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Blessings… Today was a beautiful day. The sun was shining brightly and the lake St. Clair was dancing upon the shore. The grandchildren are being sun-kissed by the sun and loving the coolness… Continue reading
We must be, like a river… (“Bacchus wine are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier pleasure; Rich the pleasure, sweet the pleasure, sweet is the pleasure after pain.” —-John Dryden) I told the… Continue reading
A afternoon with John Denver.. Thank you John Denver. You left us with beautiful songs. Your songs were my songs of youth. Coyote
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Jazzy Saturday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
This wicked waltz.. Perfect beauty is waiting for me and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading