The things we do..
(Rachel Corrie. The beautiful American.) (War is a sin my friend. John Denver.) The Things we do? I’m far from a Angel.I believe some deeds in lifecan’t be forgotten. A beautiful girl Rachel Corrie.She stood… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2025
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The whiskey and the beer..
The whiskey and the beer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Easy to hide in the wrong things and places.” The whiskey and the beer.. A whiskey and a beer was the song we sang to each… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading
Dream a little dream..
Dream a little dream.. The Dark Poet didn’t want to see the light. The pretty Poet demanded attention and answer. She told him, all of us need to dream a little dream. He… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love..
The twisted dance of love. (written in 1988) A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. A rewrite from December, 1988.” The twisted dance of love(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night… Continue reading
Hide and seek..
Hide and seek…. Once we were brave, once we were unafraid of the ending, once we loved the beginning. I found you bare and alone, laying in a shallow grave, waiting for no-one.… Continue reading
A love story..
A love story… You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear… Continue reading
Thank you for the dance. Some mini-poetry.
Once, twice and again. Love me one time, love me two times, lock the doors and let’s fall into love. ——————————————————- We danced the Texas two-step at the dance hall and I told… Continue reading
Wild horses and a beautiful Bishop Briggs song.
Wild horses…. We laid bare on the patio, allowing the moonlight to caress our skin. She wanted to make love at the midnight hours on the closed-in patio, as the rain gentle fell.… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time..
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading