Highway poetry.
1- Wander or slowly die. She was so beautiful.She moved like a wild and free animal.I knew she was untamed and lusted for the free highway.I didn’t try to capture her. Just made… Continue reading
The value of words.
Words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Do words have value? Words.. Once I was the talker, the jokester, the man who laughed at the struggle of the world. I believed I was invincible and… Continue reading
Russian Roulette.
Russian roulette. Beautiful young woman danced on a stage on the border of Austin Texas, moving like a beautiful butterfly in the breeze. She held the attention of the men holding tightly to… Continue reading
Under the willow tree. And a beautiful Ana Popovic song.
Under the willow tree. We danced. Once we held love over everything. Love was holy and a joy. Was a blessing and a gift. Now like sleeping flowers in the Winter. The feeble… Continue reading
Once upon a Summer Day.
Once upon a Summer Day. She was the kindest and pretty’s gal in Monterey. I called her, my lady of the sea. She called me, the angry man. Who needed to find the… Continue reading
Pretty words.
1- Pretty words. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday and some words. You want me, you want everything and more. Is there more Johnnie?
She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the jazz songs. She looked into my eyes, and she waved me to come to her. I watched her sexy hips… Continue reading
Hemingway’s whiskey.
Hemingway’s whiskey. Hemingway saw war, he loved, he drank and he danced with the pretty gals throughout the four corners of my world. I tried to follow his path, to seek knowledge, swim… Continue reading
The healing, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
She was my Texas gift.
I found Joe Ann at a strip club. Only place near Fort Hood that played my Detroit sports. She would sit with me and hold my hands. She told me often. Johnnie, Johnnie.… Continue reading