Please tell me a story…
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 woman, please wrap your… 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 woman, please wrap your… Continue reading
If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading
Lullaby Did we lie? Did we love? Did we forget? ——————————————————– Once love inferno, became water down love. Our warm bed, became cold. ———————————————————- I sang lullaby of forever once upon a time,… Continue reading
Last chance saloon… I was the Monday night closer manager at the Purgatory Inn. I was counting the money and a pretty lady was waiting for me. I watched her roll her cigarette… Continue reading
She used to love me a lot… I saw my ancient love and she was drinking the whiskey straight, sitting alone at the Purgatory Inn in Ann Arbor. I told the waitress, send… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden want… Fiery eyes woman watched the Poet read his words at the Poetry reading at the Monterey coffee house.Her sweet voice like sweet honeys asked him as he sat… Continue reading
Just meat and tales of kisses A Poem by Coyote PoetryQuotes from Jack London book “When God laughs” “Well, I have. He was like this beefsteak. You an’ me is eatin’. It was once… Continue reading
I’m no-one. You are everything A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen we love someone more than our-self. We have known real love. I’m no-one. You are everything Old wise men know. The farewells are… Continue reading
My lady A Poem by Coyote PoetryA old poem written by a sad heart. Written in 1982.) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips… Continue reading
You have saved me….. I remember sitting alone. Holding two brothers photos.Suicide was their escape from the cold and heartless world. Two Ojibwa/Mexican boys who saw no road except death as peace. I… Continue reading