Did you know I love you..
( Dear Moriah, my niece killed herself last year. 28 years old. Left many broken hearts.) 1- Silence words are meaningless. Did I tell you I loved you, did I tell you I… Continue reading
Daily Archive: January 27, 2025
I was condemned after I saw your place..
I was condemned after I saw your face… I was looking for the wide open road and some kind of freedom.She sat alone on a barren road on the back road of Texas… Continue reading
Monkey’s paw.. My January tale.
Monkey’s paw.. My late January tale. A Story by Coyote Poetry Part of old version and a modern version. Be careful what you wish for. Everything cost something. … Continue reading
Deluded love, broken promises..
Deluded love, broken promises and melancholy dreams… 1- Deluded love.. Pretty Peggy came to me at midnight, carrying Hemingway whiskey and a hopeful smile. I saw in her eyes, I was her last… Continue reading
The wild roses… Good songs and some words.
The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading
She requested a poem. I gave her three..
1- A Summer day… The birds were singing near me. Lake St. Clair was alive and dancing for the children. The sun-kissed my face and I told the Goddess of the lake. Thank… Continue reading
Looking for Sara..
Looking for Sara.. 1- Once he loved a beautiful gal and he told her.I am Winter and you are Spring.He told her on a cold Winter day.Beautiful Sara, please sing to me, please… Continue reading
Six words poetry..
Six words poetry….. 1- Dance more, laugh more, live more…. 2- Money is heavy, Love is light….. 3- Yesterday, tomorrow, today. This second matters…. 4- Pretty does, pretty is, Baby Mia…. 5- Did… Continue reading
The threads of life. Fate and destiny..
The threads of life. Fate and destiny.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life leave no guarantees. Must take chances. Like we are walking upon tender threads that easily break.” The threads of life. Fate… Continue reading
A New Orleans lullaby..
A New Orleans lullaby… I was station at Fort Hood for six years. I was the Dancing Coyote, always seeking laughter, good drink and pretty ladies. I Befriended a New York state gal.… Continue reading