Sins of our father..
Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win. I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment. I told my children, I told my grandchildren.… Continue reading
Daddy swims in sin, my poor father. Could not win. I see my father face in the mirror now and I have learned his disappointment. I told my children, I told my grandchildren.… Continue reading
Love is, just another four letter word… A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime love become another dirty word… The word, Love is. Just another four letter word… She was so tire of the useless… Continue reading
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need the… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading
Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what ishidden beneath clothing and fear.They are rare and delicate ladies. Many… Continue reading
We danced , we loved and you never departed my heart.. I’m 66-year-old. I don’t believe I’m wiser than when life was to be lived and challenged. Time is moving so quickly. Old… Continue reading
Fable love.. I behold today the first warm day of Spring. I’m finding hope and energy in the new-born flowers and the new greenery of the forest. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
One more day my love..1- I waited for you. You requested me to come and wait for you. Every night at 2 am. I watched you dance your final dance for desperate men… Continue reading
My Joan of Arc.. She painted her make-up upon perfect skin and she turned to me and she told me . “I need my war face tonight. I rarely show my real face… Continue reading
Things lost, things found… My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams.I remember forgotten face,I remember forgotten places andI remember the last conversations with great people, I have known.Things lost, things found.Just building blocks… Continue reading