The fragrance of time..
The fragrance of time… We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: November, 2022
Words never spoken..
Words, never spoken… Last three years been very hard. 2020, 2021 and 2022, I lost many to cancer and to sickness. Today I miss their voices and I yearn to talk to them… Continue reading
Texas Jazz. Johnnie telling story again.
Where are you Abigail? Johnnie is lonely. Loneliness is okay. Love rare, love sweet. Never forgotten. You can’t catch dreams. Coyote drinking and dancing alone.
Beautiful Ivy Levan song and a poem. Hot damn.
Hot damn.. Prettiest woman in the dance hall, looked at me and shared her enticing smile. I inventoried her long legs and her tight black dress. She was a wild orchid in the… Continue reading
The writing on the wall..
The writing on the wall Did we love? Did we steal from each other? Did we loan kisses? If we did. I would steal and loan a thousand more kisses from you my… Continue reading
Jazzy Wednesday. She is walking away. Stay I follow or should I stay?
She is walking away. Should I follow or should I stay? A Poem by Coyote Poetry Jazzy Wednesday. (Jazzy Monday poetry.) She is walking away, should I follow or should I stay? She had… Continue reading
Tattoos
Tattoos A Poem by Coyote Poetry A tattoo has a story. Tattoos.. The pretty lady had many tattoos on her… Continue reading
hallow (on the seventh night)
Originally posted on Deathless Shadows:
(and on the seventh night) The skin between is thinningflimsy and translucentwe waitwe stifle silent screams, The hallows is openingI feel the blood withdrawwe waitthe patience of a…
Beautiful Nati Dreddd songs and poetry for the precious Scottish gal. I loved once.
A true love of mine… Once a Scottish gal, I did love. We found love on a warm Spring day and I loved her voice. She talked of Scotland and she asked me.… Continue reading
Hanging with the great Freddy Fender.. Roses are red, violets are blue.
Roses are red and violets are blue. Roses are red.Violets are blue andyou have left me alone in the darkness of the tavern. Pretty flowers have turned black andthe whiskey is tasting better.Your… Continue reading