My Winter love.
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie, only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
My Winter love Pretty German girl whispered to me sweet and tender words at the German tavern. Dear Johnnie, only wine become better with time and people who dance on nails and lies.… Continue reading
A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading
I will sing the blues for you Johnnie be good, Johnnie be bad and Johnnie dancing alone to the Jazz. The words sweet, tempting and so true. My baby left me, I’m so… Continue reading
(Love is like a flower garden A Poem by Coyote Poetry ” Just words. “) (A Poem by Coyote Poetry We forget sometimes to show love to the people who truly loved… Continue reading
(Angel dancing, too close to the earth. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. Beautiful song.) Angels dancing, too close to earth Pretty wishes, deadly journeys led me to the… Continue reading
The sweetest gal I brought the most beautiful girl near and I raised my glass to the sky in the dark tavern. I said aloud. “Drink to you, drink to me… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice (A Poem by Coyote Poetry A rewrite) My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold and we entered into a love for… Continue reading
I wanna fall in love Once, I was seeking the Hemingway life. Running toward war and away from love and life. Somehow I found the J.D Salinger silence. Once, bold and foolish… Continue reading
My sanctuary ——————————————————————– I love you my beautiful lady, I love you for a thousand reasons. You make me feel important and safe. In my confused and hard world, you listen to me… Continue reading
Listen, think, speak Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma… Continue reading