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
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
Can’t take my mind off you —Feel like million year ago and once, you and I believed in love.—- —I ran from your memory, I tried to forget your face. The running… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading
I will waltz and sing with the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk… Continue reading
Almost to California. My Boston girl, I found her at Fort lee, Virginia in the Winter of 1976. She were waited for a love who forsaken you. I made her drink the sweet… Continue reading
My Bonnie gal I am going to Aberdeen, to be near the sea. I am waiting for a miracle, my Scotland blessing. I have loved the ginger-hair girl, eyes of hazel… Continue reading
Love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
For sweet Kaitlyn Rose A Poem by Coyote Poetry Death is hard. Harder when we lose the young children. Sweet Kaitlyn Piensa Think Ojos claros, serenos. Bright and serene eyes. Si antes supiera. If… Continue reading
The Scottish kisses It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the German… Continue reading
Savior, liar and sinner Once I was saved. Pretty red-hair girl took my hands and she whispered, I love you Johnnie. Please don’t die, please live for me. She held me tightly… Continue reading