My North Dakota hurricane.
My North Dakota hurricane. Beneath the midnight Monterey moon, we danced, we drank and we adored the Winter storms of the Pacific. We served as soldiers in the daytime and in the night.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
I hope I make it till the Spring.
I hope I make it till the Spring… A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important after second brother committed suicide in 1989. I learn to be kind to… Continue reading
Love of my life. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
Love of my life. I caressed her beautiful face and I told her. I am going to love you forever. I promise dear Angela. I won’t leave you alone and I will be… Continue reading
You are my poetry, my dearest love.
You are my poetry my dearest love. I was a soldier, wandering the world seeking adventure and I learn. One day, I was alone. I learn, if you escape home for a long… 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.) Fable love. I have been swimming in the… Continue reading
Time is a cold-hearted thief. And a amazing Nick Cave song.
I do; dear I do. Once I knew the sea, once I knew the mountains and once I roamed deep into the forest. And once I knew the sweetness of true love. I… Continue reading
An New Orleans lullaby.
An New Orleans lullaby. I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading
The hanging tree. And a wonderful Rachel Zegler song.
The hanging tree. In 1991, I needed nothing, I wanted nothing. I was seeking the good death. A pretty lady with the saddest eyes in Michigan, she asked me. What are seeking Johnnie?… Continue reading
The human touch.
The human touch. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The easiest gift to give is concern, time and to listen. In a world of fast pace and little time. We must slow down and show… Continue reading
Blue eyes.
Blue eyes. A blue-eyed angel is crying for me.In the turmoil of a kind love.The paradise of burning and powerful emotion.It can create a strange prison. I hold her too tightly,then I don’t… Continue reading