The drunken poet song…
The drunken poet song.. 1- The beggar, just wanted a taste of her skin and her warm lips. The illusion of love near, made him believe, love was sweet, love was so good.… Continue reading
I am going home.. And a amazing Tim Minchin song.
I am going home.. Soldier boy, the running man. Received a phone call in the Winter of 1991, Grandpa is gone, he loved you and he missed you. He told his kind sister,… Continue reading
The beautiful girl..
The beautiful girl.. She danced a circle dance for the moon and the stars,her hair flowed freely in the warm nightly breeze.I told the kind moon, thank you for sending me the gift… Continue reading
Regards to a old memory..
Regards to a old memory.. I know love is never a fair sweet memory. Need perfect timing, place and same need.Rarely do two people meet at the same wants. I’m alright . I’m… Continue reading
Halloween Santa..
Halloween Santa… Grandpa told the boys. Stay away from the haunted farmhouse. Signs posted by the cornfield. Do not enter. Trespassers will be punished. Beware of the unknown. The boys laughed at their… Continue reading
The last generation. Part two.
The lost generation. Part two Tonight I drink my whiskey. Gentleman Jack had become my favorite. I dreamed again last night about a soldier. I said before. I do believe in reincarnation. The… Continue reading
Open the door dear lover. Texas poetry.
Open the door my dear lover… I told the bartender at the Downtown Austin tavern, I was born sick. My mind twisted and wrong. I was born poor and now I have enough.… Continue reading
Dark Interludes. A story.
Dark Interludes.. Facts or fiction. Love will bewitch us. A old friend of many years send me a letter with kind words of love at a desperate time in my life. I was… Continue reading
The missing pieces. Part one.
The missing pieces A Poem by Coyote PoetryFragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad. … Continue reading
Don’t ask for less..
Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached. Don’t ask for less…. Echos of memories and voices dances… Continue reading