Father never cries

 Father never cries (Written in November 1990) My father never cries, my father rarely smiled, my father eyes turned darker, because of life burden. His body and heart gave-up in the battle of… Continue reading →

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The serene stillness

The serene stillness Busy life, work and no play Johnnie. He learn life is more than seeking money. In the serene stillness, he remember his daughter laughter, her love of butterflies. He remember… Continue reading →

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Call a friend, may need a voice. (If I make it till the Spring.)

  I hope I make it till the Spring. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A old poem written in 1989. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family.… Continue reading →

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Charlotte OC song and some words.

The quiet world The world is too quiet. Today the birds were singing and the dandelions were everywhere. I took the grandsons to my yard, they hit some baseballs and we played with… Continue reading →

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More than a name on the wall

More than a name on the wall (Freedom isn’t free. Some men and women, gave everything away for freedom.) I became the old soldier in the tavern now. Drinking with the  ghosts of… Continue reading →

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My father’s song

My father’s song (My father passed Jack Isaacs on 29 January. Was 93 years old and he was tough as nails.)     Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life… Continue reading →

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The strong and the blessed

 The strong and the blessed Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading →

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My kind friend, I remember.

    The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know. We have few mentors and people who shall… Continue reading →

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My Christmas prayer.

My Christmas prayer Thank you Lord of life and death. I had a safe and wonderful year. My children are near and grandchildren laughter overtake my home often. I have good heath and… Continue reading →

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I never left Michigan

Never left Michigan   Years ago. I traveled  the  world. I Drank wine in Basel and Paris, danced in the streets of Florence and read poetry at Hyde Park in London.   I… Continue reading →

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