Dead man arms..
Dead man arms… Once the bravest man on the block, he loved the darkest girl on the dead-end street. Her eyes, blackest eyes, he had ever seen. In the deadly days of his… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: January, 2025
Who am I now? And a beautiful LeAnn Rimes song.
Who am I now? We are the same, we are different. I believe we want the same things and some of us want more and some of us want less. Some of us… Continue reading
The Chelsea hotel…
A Poem by Coyote Poetry I went to New York a few times. I stayed in the Park and wrote poetry in the day and drank in the dark taverns at night. I like… Continue reading
Delicate wings..
Delicate wings.. Beautiful Liz. Allowed me in.Her word and beauty memorized me.Woman who strip down their true cover and show you what ishidden beneath clothing and fear.They are rare and delicate ladies. Many… Continue reading
Tango lullaby..
Tango lullaby… Loving lady is waiting for me. Her black tight dress covering up little. Allowing her long tans legs to tempt my visions when I arrived at the night club. She had… Continue reading
Wistful words…
Wistful words of a lover A Poem by Coyote PoetryEpic writer, attempting new places. She told me, please be kind to me. Beautiful Sheena had a kind heart, a true heart. She whispered please… Continue reading
Barefoot dreams and a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Barefoot day.. I need a easy day. I need the Pacific ocean and no place to be. I need a kind voice, good songs and time to write. I need a barefoot day,… Continue reading
Time after time..
Time after time ——————————————————————————— The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
Poesy.. Dryden quotes.
Poesy A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you Dryden for your poetry. Gave me reason to write today.” Poesy.. (For Dryden) True Poets dodge the fake-ness of fame.They allow praise to fall from… Continue reading
Reflection.. Write, write and write some more.
Reflection.. Writers and Poets write reflections like a painter uses his gentle strokes to create permanent images of lingering memories. Writers and Poets write of the impression of perfect sunrises and of the… Continue reading