The song of May. A a great Leonard Cohen song.”
The song of May.. I am taking the train to Basel. Dear Alexandra is waiting in the city of wonder for me. She found me on the poetry site and she told me.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr.
Remembering Martin Luther King Jr. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Someone said to remember M.L.K. We should do acts of kindness. I believe he would appreciate his memory of anti-violence and love to be… Continue reading
Lilac wine and a beautiful song from dear Sophia.
Lilac wine Pretty pictures are left now and now you are gone. I sit by the lilac trees and I’m smelling the lavender in the air. You were my Spring love, my Summer… Continue reading
Existence of love..
Grandparent, family. Existence of love… Ice cream with a cherry.A safe warm house.A big yard to play in. Kind smiles and words.Missed in my old age.Dear Grandmother told me before I left for… Continue reading
I lift my eyes..
I lift my eyes A Poem by Coyote Poetry We need to open our eyes and find the good in each day.” I lift my eyes.. Barren cold and heartless world.Fear had tarnish… Continue reading
I used to be..
I used to be.. A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.I smile and listen.Pretend I care. I don’t believe in talking about the past.Today I’m who I’m.What matter… Continue reading
Show me the way to love..
Show me the way to love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.” Show me the way to… Continue reading
The sea and the memories..
The sea and the memories.. The cold days of winter leave me longing and yearning for the hot days of summer. The winter days bring back the memory of our closure of our… Continue reading
Who can limit love?
Old memories become sweet dreams in old age… Who can limit love? She wanted to be the Joan of Arc in the mystery of love.I told her. Love is like the early morning… Continue reading
Hell-bend highway..
My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and beer dreams. Paradise blinded by dreams seenat the bottom of a empty… Continue reading