Category Archive: music

The sea…

The sea… Once forgotten man sat alone by the sea, he listened to her and she whispered to him.Women are crazy, misery loved company, good drink make us see with realistic view and… Continue reading

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My midnight dancer…

 My midnight dancer… A pretty Gypsy girl, I watched her circle-dance with the sea. Spring Equinox brought me to the live music, the Gypsy girl befriended me in early Spring, she told me,… Continue reading

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Johnnie’s tango Friday. Songs and a few words.

Toss me, bring me closer. Let’s swirl into romance and dance for the moon and the stars. You whispered to me. I told you, I want the silky black dress, your wishful smile… Continue reading

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Outstanding song and Let’s have a Tango Friday. I am willing.

 Love me… Life is short, love is sweet. The night was long and her eyes, were looking like the wild Pacific sea. Please play with me, she whispered. Love me right, love me… Continue reading

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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

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The lady in the black dress…

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

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The last chance motel…

 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

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Brick, upon another brick…

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

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Two steps from Hell- part two..

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

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Bad, bad , bad ass lady….

Bad, bad, bad ass lady… She was the prettiest gal I ever seen. She was drinking the Johnnie Walker whiskey alone, her shoes were off to the side of her bar stool. Her… Continue reading

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