Wild horses….
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
Wild horses… Once we made pretty wishes to the California rising sun. You were the artist and I was the word man. We loved the sea, the quiet desert and the midnight silence… Continue reading
The lady in the black dress A Poem by Coyote PoetryWe never forget those hurricanes we had learn to adore The lady in the black dress… Dancing alone in a downtown Austin tavern with… Continue reading
The last chance motel… Summer Texas night, cold drink and no-place to go. Michigan dreamer, drinking his Long Island teas and writing into a journal. “Song of my father, songs of the long highways,… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
The Fall sweet honey A Poem by Coyote PoetryThe days of Fall. Days for our life to slow down a-bit.” Fall sweet honey… Beautiful as the rising Summer sun,sweet and kind like the fresh… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part three- Mistress love A Poem by Coyote PoetryOctober poetry number four. The saga of Veronica- part… Continue reading
Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled A Poem by Coyote PoetryOctober poetry number three. Saga of Veronica- part two- Entangled You and I, my beautiful… Continue reading
The saga of Veronica- part one She torments my mind and she swim in my dreams. She loved the white English roses and the Spring wildflowers. She laughed at my poetry and I… Continue reading
Are we beggars for love? We love them, we need them and we learn. Women honor men with the gift of love. Dark thoughts, white thoughts we may have. All our dreams start… Continue reading
Two steps from hell- part two A Poem by Coyote PoetryTwo steps from hell- part two…_ The walls… Damn the prison we create, damn the voices, telling us lies. I want to ascend from… Continue reading