Knuckles red, knuckles bleeding..
Knuckle red, knuckles bleeding… His knuckles red, his knuckles bleeding. My father fought and fought, wars that could not be won.He told me in his drunkenness state. What have I done?He told me.… Continue reading
Daily Archive: January 30, 2025
Please show me your real face.
Please show me your real face… I became the Austin City dark poet in 1993. I would advice the young writers and do minor edit on their work. Many of the college kids… Continue reading
Our world.. And a beautiful song.
Our world.. One earth and people, we are.The sea touches our feet, the sea belong to all the people of our world.The sun, sun-kissed our face. Same sun that touches every child face… Continue reading
Love posies..
Love Posies… His pretty love, dear Veronica told him.You promised me love posies, everyday of my life.You promised me morning posies andyou promised to read love posies before we sleep.You promised midnight walks… Continue reading
I love you..
“I TOLD MY CHILDREN-LIVE A HEMINGWAY LIFE” Je t’aime Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart.… Continue reading
A song of forever and a beautiful song.
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading
Two guitars.. And a wonderful song.
Two Guitars.. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight.Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more,nothing less.Once he was the… Continue reading
Morning glory and a amazing Cat Stevens song..
Morning gloryA Poem by Coyote Poetry “Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. “ Morning glory.. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking and… Continue reading
You are my teasure..
You are my treasure… A Poem by Coyote Poetry The cold of Winter is here. I need the comfort of the Spring days. You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday… Continue reading
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela..
Dancing in the dark with you dear Daniela… I was drinking whiskey alone and I was listening to the good jazz. A pretty auburn lady sat with me and she asked me, what… Continue reading