Too old to die young…
Too old to die young… Almost 61 years old, I lived in many places and I had many lives. Old man looked back at me in the mirror. I whispered, you… Continue reading
Too old to die young… Almost 61 years old, I lived in many places and I had many lives. Old man looked back at me in the mirror. I whispered, you… Continue reading
Like a river I knew the first time I saw you. I wanted you. You were wild, untamed, loud and I wanted to fall into your storm. I went to you, rested my… Continue reading
More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the ghosts of… Continue reading
Shipwreck memories A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Shipwreck memories The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will… Continue reading
In Hemingway’s book ” A moveable feast”. (Greatest book I have read) He befriended a quiet man, Ford Maddox Ford. In the book, Hemingways asked him, “Writing the poetry that is never to… Continue reading
The most beautiful woman Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
Happy Saturday everyone—- The first dandelion The streets are empty, the houses are quiet. I wonder where are the children? I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled. One… Continue reading
In the field of perfection I wished upon the first star of the new night, I wished for warm Spring days, good drink, long days and warm kisses. I want… Continue reading
Who am I now? 1992 2019 We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some… Continue reading
THE ILLUSION I told the pretty poet. I have too much now. I would give away if I could. Sell the car, sell the house and keep a few books and my laptop.… Continue reading