The wicked waltz…
This wicked waltz… Perfect beauty is waiting for me, and she is dressed in a perfect red rose dress.Her tempting shoulders and her flowing auburn hair make my blissful creature.My goddess, angel, muse… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: May, 2022
He remembered love…
He remembered love… Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind memory… Continue reading
Right or wrong?…
Right or wrong? I went to my lady of May. Her Winter blanket had wore-off and I needed to go to her. I arrived at the Port Austin and I took my shoes… Continue reading
In Hell, I will be in good company…
In hell, I will be in good company… Once I sang the Soldier’s prayer. “Drink till you cannot, dance till you cannot. Make love to the wild gals, when you can and sing… Continue reading
Old love…
Old love… She called me at midnight and she whispered. Johnnie, Johnnie. Do you remember me? I am so damn lonely tonight and please Johnnie. Can I come to you tonight? I told… Continue reading
Choose what you love…
Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free… Continue reading
Love conquered all…
Love conquered all A Poem by Coyote Poetry Must know love and kindness to know joy and happiness. Love conquered all… Lovers drowning in the amorous of sweet kiss, long embrace andthe long dances… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers…
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin.Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the revisits… Continue reading
San Francisco…
San Francisco A Poem by Coyote Poetry A wild and fun city. The people were kind and the city was safe for people seeking good drink and a good time. I found this poem… Continue reading
I Want to Write You a Letter
Originally posted on Notes From Feelings:
Photo by Debby Hudson from Unsplash I want to write you a letteras warm as a cup of teathat your hands are holdingin the cold winter morninga…