The echoes of yesterday.
The echoes of yesterday… I wonder do we listen to the echoes? The echoes of yesterday, I can hear them whispering to me. Be kind. The echoes of tomorrow telling me. Walk softly… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Please follow me and I will follow you.
Please follow me and I will follow you… 1- She was my favorite girl in Monterey. She could paint her world and she wrote like Mark Twain. She was stubborn gal from Ohio… Continue reading
I tried..
J.D Salinger… My mentor dear J. D Salinger. I pray you found peace. Life taught you to seek loneliness. You saw the bloody war, opened up the death camps for the world to… Continue reading
The fingerprints.
The fingerprints…I washed the blankets and I washed the sheets. I opened the Window wide and the damn cold air awoke my memory of you. On a September night in the Fall, you… Continue reading
I want to dance with you tonight.
(Easy life and quiet death-Sir Walter Scott) (We poets in our youth begin with gladness; but there off in the end despondency and madness- Wordsworth) I want to dance with you tonight. Sober… Continue reading
Dear Clinton Michigan.
Dear Clinton Michigan. 1- You told me often.Love wasn’t enough.The heart becomes far away and hidden with time and age. 2- California isn’t enough. I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told… Continue reading
When the war is over.
When the war is over. I haven’t been right, maybe I won’t be right again, I left war and war found me. Friends faces are hanging with me, a heavy sadness. My friends,… Continue reading
Twenty-one-gun salute.
One more day. A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Wars need to end. No-one wins in war.) Twenty-one-gun salute. LoyaltyDutyRespectSelfless serviceHonorIntegrityPersonal courage(Soldier creed) Standing tall and looking good.Ought to be in Hollywood. Brotherhood of Soldiers.Ain’t no… Continue reading
The should of, the could of.
A July night memory.. Once upon a time, dear Mary. 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
My lady..
My lady My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams when your name appeared. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes.… Continue reading