The stranger song.. Pretty lady asked her old lover. When did we become strangers?Once we talked, danced and sang the whole night through.Now we sit together. Your eyes had died and your hopeful… Continue reading
“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Forget me not—- 1- She told me, flattery will get you everything.Please make me feel loved and wonderful.I need someone, to be their, everything.Even if just sweet lies dear Poet. 2- I remember… Continue reading
Payment due my friend I sat daily by the Lake St. Clair lake, I watched the boats go by and I wrote and read. I drank coffee and I fell into Jack London,… Continue reading
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… (Today Johnnie is angry. Sometime I feel like my father. I am just a observer of the ugly world.) His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and… Continue reading
Stitches… I remember her last words. The million hellos were erased by a midnight good bye. Once we entwined our lives and now in my secret place. A million fingerprints, leftover reminders. I… Continue reading
We need more love words… The old house is quiet now. Once the three bedrooms house was filled with children and laughter. Once I had solid people near, strong people to sit with… Continue reading
I can’t help it A Poem by Coyote Poetry I figure out the 500 poems I found. I believe my father’s first wife wrote down the words for my father of the old songs… Continue reading
Hank Williams senior.