Hello Jennifer..
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Tempting fate.. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading
My father’s song…Greatest man I ever known. He told me often. “Life isn’t easy and we we must be stronger than what life give us. Better to be piss and vinegar than lay… Continue reading
Sleepless nights.. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading
Looking for my Agnes.. Hemingway wrote of his Agnes. A love, who saved him and left him. Hemingway learn. Love in war, just gifts of the survivors. We must go home. Took J.… Continue reading
Wild child A Poem by Coyote Poetry Thank you dear Alexia Evellyn for the song. Please listen to her songs. A free spirit, She teaches us. We can be more than what we are.”… Continue reading
Dead flowers.. I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning face,… Continue reading
The brown eyes girl… I fell in love with the brown eyes girl.Her lips of sweet honey and smile that can light up my day. She dances with her children.Making me jealous of… Continue reading
Once a pretty Iron Mountain girl, we tasted love kiss, we did slow dances for the moon and we reached for the midnight stars. She was a lovely wish, never forgotten. ————————————————— I… Continue reading
Please tell me a story… Lovely lady watching the sun rising from the east. Her wandering mind is dancing upon yesterdays deeds and today possibilities. I asked her. Pretty Jenna, please wrap your… Continue reading