You are my last wish
coyotepoetrebloggedquique72(Thank you Tumblr) Follow coyotepoet You are my last wish My cherished love, I need to your kiss your lips hello, again and again. You are my September sweet German red wine… Continue reading
coyotepoetrebloggedquique72(Thank you Tumblr) Follow coyotepoet You are my last wish My cherished love, I need to your kiss your lips hello, again and again. You are my September sweet German red wine… Continue reading
For Ben Jonson. Writer, actor and poet. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Dryden introduced Ben Jonson to me. Writer, Poet and Actor. 1573-1637. To write To become a good writer. We must read… Continue reading
The gray whale A Story by Coyote Poetry A very hard story. Need good friends to give us reason to be alive. The gray whale(For leona. A missed friend.) Empty bottles of tequila… Continue reading
Hell-bent highway A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some folks cannot be saved. My Brother is free Always torn and never content. Being a regular Joe was not so easy for him. Whiskey and… Continue reading
We danced, loved and you never departed my heart A Poem by Coyote Poetry Old poetry with a re-write We danced , loved and you never departed my heart. I’m 55 year… Continue reading
Three short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. The surging sea, the rushing waters. Our love and the sea. Untamed and running wild when awaken. ——————————————————– Enchanting lady, amor alive.… Continue reading
coyotepoet When a woman smiled My heart stopped, my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your… Continue reading
coyotepoet The Poet You make words come alive and vibrant. You love books and words. You whispered words to create escape and better place. Dear Poet, talk to me, read to… Continue reading
Purgatory Inn and no place to go. I have the long Island ice tea fresh and cold. Bartender keep them coming. They love the big tippers. Purgatory Inn is open early and closes… Continue reading
A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. A dance with Death. (If you are lucky. We get warnings to change our… Continue reading