The dance of love and a amazing Tom Jones song..
Some little poetry for the dance of love.. 1- We danced in San Francisco near the pier and we drank every type beer we could in the house of brewery. I basked in… Continue reading
Category Archive: poetry
A letter from Michigan..
( Johnnie in Germany in 1978. ) A letter from Michigan… Sometime cigarettes, good booze and a pen can give a man a reason to be alive. When we parachute blind into love.Even… Continue reading
Love words of a mad man..
Love words of a mad man A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can teach us madness. 1-Break me Please break me and make me bleed. Show me I’m alive. Make me die and bring… Continue reading
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember.
I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember… I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle.I drink the whiskey now, I write the… Continue reading
When love is near..
When love is near… You and I, we love the Big Sur. We wanderlust her from sea to the hidden waterfall. I loved your sly kisses at the River Inn and the long… Continue reading
Two poems. One by a ancient poet and a live one.
Two poems. By a old Poet and a live one. A Poem by Coyote PoetryI love the old Poets. Some died before they had the chance to do great things. Sergeant Joyce Kilmer words… Continue reading
I will take care of you..
I will take care of you.. Longing, belonging and believing. Love was life, life was love. I learn, bleeding, screaming and the damn whiskey can’t kill the memory. Once, with a single kiss.… Continue reading
The weeping willow..
The weeping willow.. Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten… Continue reading
Let’s drink and pray for more..
Let’s drink and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor,barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin,her wild eyes searched for what she needed. I… Continue reading
Almost home. And a beautiful Beth Hart song.
Almost home Took me 26 years and four bloody wars zones and I learn.Monterey was still there,the Pacific was still dancing and you could buy a cup of Irish Coffee on the pier.… Continue reading