A slow dance….
A slow dance… ———————————————————————————————————— Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice,… Continue reading
A slow dance… ———————————————————————————————————— Once sweet baby, we held love so tightly, you were my everything. Now we are strangers reaching out for a miracle. Maybe we need some gin and juice,… Continue reading
The willow trees…. Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
One. Just photos in a book, just beautiful faces missed. Just kind voices heard in my dreams now. Beautiful hearts missed. Two.. Swirl me in your mind, my kind lover. Make me believe,… Continue reading
Love is love… A noble beauty read her poetry at the Austin, Texas yearly poetry reading. Jessica was disappointed with her life and she read her words to us. “I weaved a page… Continue reading
tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old stories become better with time. Tattoos,,, My pretty lady friend with tattoos on her back and legs. She asked me. Do you like my tattoos? I… Continue reading
Time waits for no-one.. Some mini poetry…. 1- You ran to me and I ran to you. We believed in love and I believed in you. You were my free and fluttering butterfly.… Continue reading
What have we done? Where are the peacemakers? Where are the gathering of people standing for love? Do the children believe, their world is safe and sound. 12 active wars and six conflicts… Continue reading
Sweet hello and deadly goodbye… Hello dear Brigitte. I still remember us. You were my brightness on the a sunny days and the light of hope in the mist of dark and wonderful… Continue reading
Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age. —— California isn’t enough…I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so… Continue reading