Some Texas poetry. She had Angels wings
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
She had Angels wings upon her back Her long auburn hair rolled down her long slender back. The tattoos Angel awoke secret dreams and nightmares. Her tattoos rolled down from soft neck to… Continue reading
Nothing last forever A Poem by Coyote Poetry We learn the value of words with life. Sometime words can be forgotten and dismissed. Nothing last forever (Written on March 6, 1989 I… Continue reading
I need a wild heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words I need a wild heart —- Love made me live Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the… Continue reading
Please stay with me A Poem by Coyote Poetry Rare times in a life we can find comfort with another. We need to hold on till the dream disappears. Please stay with me… Continue reading
The raging water I see your bare skin laying alone and I’m writing though-out the night just words into the stream of the internet, forgetting the once powerful need for your body near.… Continue reading
She kissed me once and once only A Poem by Coyote Poetry I read the great Writer Jack London again. Gave me some positive motivation. You must read “When God laugh.” … Continue reading
Purgatory Inn — “Conversation with a Siren” Always good company at the Purgatory Inn. Chess games are being played. Long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining. Tonight… Continue reading
The Purgatory Inn Part two A Poem by Coyote Poetry I needed a night at the Purgatory Inn. The Purgatory Inn part two On the wall of the Purgatory inn behind… Continue reading
Blessed be the lovers Sweet bliss of the sweet kiss. Kind lovers rejoice in the tender touch of skin to soft skin. Where lovers roam into wild and dangerous places. Fugitives for the… Continue reading
Bad to the bones A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good music took me to good days and places. Bad to the bones (Written in 1989 rewritten today) I’m going crazy. I don’t know… Continue reading