Happy Mother day and a poem.
Memory of a mother… (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. … Continue reading
Memory of a mother… (I was raised by my stepmother Sonja. … Continue reading
A mother tears… She was a beauty. My mother was 5 foot 8 inches in height. She was a slim young lady with dreams and hope. She didn’t listen to her parent. She… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number three… A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number seven. I was dream writing again. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants- number three… I re-joined the Army in 1991… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number two.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number six. I was writing poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. Walking with giants- number two… I am sixty-three years… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number one… A Poem by Coyote Poetry May poetry number five… I wrote poetry in my dreams. I hope you enjoy. … Continue reading
Misty eyes… You bathe me with your hazel eyes, we have hot coffee, early morning, the sun rising from the east. I tell you, let’s slow down this day, great haste make us… Continue reading
If I had magic Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place.The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty.Perfect place to hide wishing wells and to… Continue reading
You are my poetry…. Forlorn love, treasured memories. You used to read poetry to me by the candle light. You were my heavenly voice, sweet songs when life became too hard. Once we… Continue reading
The word-man. (Need men of woman to write the truth. Thank you for Hemingway, Kosinski, Twain and Nevil Shute. They wrote about the truth. The word-man must leave the truth behind. Maybe someone… Continue reading
A thousand kisses deep… The doors are locked and window block by the satin curtains.We infuse our bodies freely and wildly.We tossed the silk sheets upon the cold floor. We are sharing sweet… Continue reading