The family tradition and an outstanding Hank Williams Jr. song.
The family tradition. A godly man tried to save me. He told me to quit the drink, and he told me to leave the dance-hall gals alone. If you don’t. You will be… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
The sweet Melody of love.
The sweet Melody of love. We were lovers once. Your words upon a sheet of paper saved my life once.You promised an endless love and I was to bathe in your eyes of… Continue reading
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey.
Please dear Jennifer, come to Monterey. In was 8 pm in Monterey. A warm January night. I decided to call my Michigan gal, I left her in late December 1991. To remind her.… Continue reading
Roses and lovers.
Roses and lovers. “O my love, O my love. I said: Let me fall or stand, let me fall or stand, let me live or die, but this once hear me speak- O… Continue reading
A poet’s love and a beautiful Lorde song.
“As long as the poet’s words live, the beloved will be, in a way, still alive too.” Shakespeare “If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”― Mike Everett “If a… Continue reading
What is ugly? What is beautiful?
What is ugly? What is beautiful? A Poem by Coyote Poetry What is ugly? what is beautiful? He watched the pretty artist on the Monterey pier. He brought her coffee and a salad.… Continue reading
I hope your days be bright and love be near you always.
I hope your days be bright and love will be near you always. She was the Gypsy girl, Monterey Bay dancer. She would gather her friends and they would find the sea. They… Continue reading
My North Dakota hurricane. And a beautiful Hope Winter song.
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
Please give me one-year in Florence.
Please give me one year in Florence. I visit beautiful Florence four times in the late seventies. She left me with good memories. I was young and she was gorgeous. I was alone… Continue reading
The haunting echoes and dangerous dreams.
The haunting echoes and the dangerous dreams. 1- I told the morning, yesterday is gone and today is here. I go to my garden, and I remember my grandfather’s words. Johnnie, you did… Continue reading