Jealous of the night..
Jealous of the night Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: July, 2020
Soldier of fortune..
Soldier of fortune ————————————————————- Painted memories on my skin, my mind and my heart. Some pain and some sweet. I won more than I have lost. I have killed for money, I play… Continue reading
Song of the dead and the song of the living…
Song of the dead and the song of the living. A Poem by Coyote Poetry A combination of memories and places Song of the dead and the song of the living. I remember… Continue reading
Dr. Hook and some words.
Three am call The bar is closed and I am sitting alone in the back of my truck. The phone booth is near and I decided to call you. I light… Continue reading
My wild Texas rose..
My wild Texas rose Kind mistress night brought her to me. The Austin, Texas bars brought people from all places together. When the moon took over the night sky. People from… Continue reading
Sway..
Sway The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
My poetry and a amazing poet Segovia..
My poetry and a amazing Poet Segovia A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Segovia First, I fell to those eyes. Eyes of pure darkness and unknown journey. Second I… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you..
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
991st Poem – “A Broken Set of Eyes” – Romance – 7/23/2020
Originally posted on Modern Romanticism:
I write All I do not know, For the libraries have left me Of their books, Of their words. I am a sentence too late To whisper a…
T. S. Eliot and some words..
“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper..” T.S. Eliot “My grandfather told me often, one day, the teacher will become the student. The student will become the teacher.” “Once my… Continue reading