A Michigan sky.
1- Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. 2- I… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Romance
Never love a poet.
1- Time will steal everything we known and what we loved. We will grow old and we will forget, once we danced, once we loved to sing and once, we adored love. Time… Continue reading
Fifty shades of black. Maybe more.
Dear Sharon…I knew I was Winter and you were the Spring kiss.You were the hurricane, and I was the pond water.I wrote to dear Sharon Kovacs,please give me one dance.I want to remember… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon.
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
Show me, where it hurt. Outstanding Skylar Grey music.
Show me, where it hurts… One- She was an earth angel,she had a raging spirit, and she loved the sea, the deep forest.She weaved safe place for me with the beach walks and… Continue reading
Once we had the Elvis songs.
Once we had the Elvis songs. Hello girl, its Johnnie in Michigan and I am sorry to call you at at Midnight hours. The drink is wearing me down and I am listening… Continue reading
Dear lover. I remember you; I remember us.
Dear lover A Poem by Coyote Poetry “People can fall together for the wrong reasons.” Dear lover. I have learned too late. The words not spoken and the letters never written. Are written… Continue reading
Iodine.
Iodine. For years I have swim in shit and I didn’t care. I dodged the longing, belonging and needy want of love. I learn love is fair. In the end. Winners and losers… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk. The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans.
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading